The Faded Paradox
The frost had settled on the cobblestones of Millhaven like a fine grey ash, muting the sharp edges of the world until the entire town appeared to be suspended in a breath held for centuries. In the cellar of the old apothecary, where the air tasted of damp earth and dried lavender, Julian sat on a stool that was too small for his long, spindly limbs. He was not quite a man, nor entirely a boy,...
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