The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain tapped against the glass. A slow, rhythmic drumming. I sat in my study. The candlelight flickered. Shadows danced on the wall. They looked like hands. Reaching. I held my hands in my lap. They were still. I was still. My name is Arthur Vane. I am a maker of locks. Fine ones. Intricate. The kind that keep secrets safe. Or so they say. I have served the Crown for thirty years. I have...

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