The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The snow fell in thick, wet clumps, hammering against the iron shutters of the mill, a rhythmic pounding that sounded less like weather and more like the heavy, dull thud of a mallet striking wet clay. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the cold workshop, his breath pluming in the gray air, his fingers wrapped tightly around a chisel that had slipped, leaving a shallow, jagged cut across his...

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