The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall upon the village of Oakhaven; it descended, a grey curtain drawn by the hand of a grieving god. It soaked into the thatch of the cottages and the mossy stones of the market square, turning the air into a thick, breathing thing that tasted of iron and rot. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the river, his boots sinking into the mud, holding a lantern that had long since lost...

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