The Faded Paradox
The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a mirror of broken glass and wet soot. Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of his study, a thin man with a face like crumpled parchment, watching the water bead on the glass. He was an investigator of sorts, though his license had been revoked three years prior for...
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