The Faded Paradox
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world. In the dream, Elias Thorne stood before the Great Hall of Saint Jude’s, a structure of limestone and grief that had watched over the village of Oakhaven for three centuries. The building was not merely a place of worship; it was a living organism, its vaulted ceilings breathing...
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