The Faded Paradox
Chapter One “You cannot keep a soldier in a cell, Abbot, not when the walls are breathing.”‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠‌‌‌‍​​​‍‍⁠‌‍⁠‌⁠​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠‌‌‍‍‌​⁠‌‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​‍⁠⁠‌‌⁠‌​​⁠‍​⁠‍‍‍ Amelie Thibault spoke from the shadows of the scriptorium, her voice low, stripped of the deference she had worn like a second skin for ten years. The candlelight, guttering in the draft, cast long, warped shadows across the...
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