The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain lashed against the windows of the manor, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to count the seconds left in the day. Eleanor Ashworth stood in the center of the grand hall, her fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of a silver tumbler. Inside, the liquid was clear, cold, and still. It was merely water, but in her mind, it had become something else entirely. A verdict. A poison. Her...

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