The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The cup in your hand is chipped, the glaze worn smooth by years of tea, and you are pouring water for Mara. Her breath is a wet, rattling sound, a sound that fills the small room more than her body does. You are forty-two. You are a knight no longer, just a man with knees that ache in the damp and hands that still know how to hold a sword, though the last time you used one was twelve years ago...

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