The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain hammered against the corrugated tin roof of the precinct, a rhythmic, industrial drumming that seemed to vibrate directly into the bones of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood by the window, watching the steam rise from the gutters of Blackwood, a city built on iron and coal where the air always tasted of rust and wet ash. His left hand hung by his side, fingers curled into a tight,...

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