The Faded Paradox
The banquet hall of the Ashwood Palace, a structure of black stone that seemed to grow out of the mist-shrouded hills like a fungal infection upon the earth, was illuminated not by fire but by the cold, pale luminescence of phosphorescent moss that climbed the walls in silent, creeping vines, casting the assembled court in a hue that was neither living nor dead but something suspended between...
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