The Faded Paradox
The rain hit the glass. It tapped a rhythm. Knock, knock, knock. Elias stood still. He held the ledger. His hands were white. The room was cold. The candles burned low. The wax pooled on the stone floor. It looked like blood. "Are you there?" a voice called out. It was a deep voice. It came from the door. The iron handle turned. Slowly. The door creaked open. Elias did not move. He stared at...
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