The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The feast hall of Blackwood Keep smelled of roasted pork and unwashed wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat. He sat at the head of the long oak table, his silvered hair pulled back tight, watching the flames lick the damp stone walls. Captain Vane of the Inquisition sat opposite him, his face a mask of polite indifference, his fingers drumming a slow,...

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