The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain over the estate of Blackwood Manor. It was a modern rain, cold and indifferent, stripping the autumn leaves from the oak trees until the branches stood like the bare ribs of some ancient, starved beast. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the threshold of the main hall, his service coat soaked through, the wool heavy against his shoulders....

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