The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The wool of my apron smelled of lanolin and old pennies, a scent that had seeped into the weave of my life until it was indistinguishable from my own skin. I sat at the heavy oak table in the center of the shop, the candlelight flickering against the walls of my workshop, a small, square room in the heart of the old quarter where the cobblestones had been worn smooth by centuries of hurried...

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