The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall. It hung. Suspended in the gray air above the village of Oakhaven, the drops waited like glass beads on invisible threads. They had waited for three days. I counted them. I counted the seconds between the creaks of the mill wheel, which had stopped turning when the water stopped flowing. My name is Elias. I am twelve. I am the keeper of the Gate. My father is dead. Not...

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