The Faded Paradox
Chapter One Juliette Dumas stood in the high tower of the Obsidian Keep, her fingers black with the dust of the stone that breathed around her. It was the year 1347, and the light from the single window was thin, cutting the air into slivers of cold gold. She was thirty years old, a condemned thief, and the walls of her cell were shifting, groaning with a low, tectonic hum that she had learned...
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