The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Aldgate. It was a cold, thin rain. It tasted of iron. And old dust. Caelen stood by the window. He watched the street. The shadows moved. They danced in the gutter. He did not move his fingers. They were stiff. They were cold. The room was small. It was dark. A single candle burned. It sputtered. It died. He lit another. His hands shook. Not from cold. From...

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