The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil over the spires of the Ashworth Manor. It clung to the stone. It seeped into the mortar. Inside the study, the air was still and thick, smelling of damp wool and old paper. Marcus Vane sat in the high-backed chair. He did not move. His eyes were fixed on the window, where the rain blurred the garden into a smear of mud and grey. He had been...

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