The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell on the slate roof like a whispered confession. It had been falling for three days. The water ran in thin, silver threads down the windowpane, distorting the view of the courtyard below. Thomas stood by the glass, his hands clasped behind his back. He held a single object in his left hand. A small, iron key. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing in the castle that did...

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