The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The feast in the refectory smelled of roasted lamb and stale wine, a sharp contrast to the damp chill of the archive where you spent your nights. You sat at the edge of the long table, watching the Abbot raise his goblet, the light catching the gold rim as he spoke of the monastery’s enduring legacy. The Heretic’s Ledger sat on the lectern, its cover bound in cracked leather, the centerpiece of...

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