The Faded Paradox
Ralph Tillman had spent twenty-two years listening to the silence between the notes, and now that silence was a weight in his chest, heavier than the stone he sought to break. He stood in the High Court of the Pale, the air thick with the damp rot of the flood forest outside, where the boats bobbed against the mud like the backs of sleeping fish. The Grand Magistrate sat on the raised dais, her...
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