The Faded Paradox
The collapse of the east wing was not a sudden catastrophe, but a slow, grinding exhalation of dust and rot that had been holding its breath for a century. Elias Thorne stood in the central atrium of the St. Jude’s Institute for Behavioral Studies, watching the ceiling tiles drift down like snowflakes made of plaster and despair. The air was thick with the scent of wet paper and old stone, a...
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