The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and decay. Candlelight flickered. Shadows danced. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the table. He was a large man. His face was round. His eyes were small. They held a light that did not belong to him. He was a detective. Or so he claimed. He wore a suit of black wool. It was threadbare at the elbows. The fabric hung loose. It spoke of hunger. Around him...

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