The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Thorne. The name was not spoken so much as dropped, a heavy coin landing on the cold stone floor of the High Court of Aethelgard, where the air tasted of damp limestone and old, dried blood. You stood in the shadow of the gallery, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the familiar, comforting weight of your silver insignia against your chest, a metal that had grown cold over twenty years...

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