The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell in sheets on the slate roof. It drummed a relentless rhythm. The house was old. The wood groaned in the wind. Elias stood by the window. He watched the dark. He held a jar. It was small. Glass. It held a paste. Brown. Thick. It smelled of iron. And rot. He was a man of the law. Or so they said. He wore the uniform. The wool was heavy. The badge was cold against his chest. He had...

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