The Faded Paradox
The rain had turned the clay road into a slurry of grey mud, and Elias Thorne was driving his horse, a thin and shivering mare named Bess, directly into the teeth of a storm that seemed to have no end. He was not running from the rain, nor from the cold that seeped through his wool coat to the bone, but from the weight of a secret that had begun to rot inside him like a tooth left untreated for...
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