The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had stopped, but the air in the Great Hall still tasted of wet stone and old power. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his hand resting on the cold glass. He was a large man, broad-shouldered, with the kind of face that had seen too much sunlight and too little sleep. His uniform was pressed, but his shoulders slumped. He was leaving. Or so it seemed. Behind him, in the shadows of the...

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