The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The mud sucked at his boots with a wet, heavy sound. Sergeant Elias Thorne kicked. The earth offered no purchase. It was not earth, he realized, though it looked like the clay banks of the Ohio. It was grey. Ash-grey. Cold. It smelled of wet wool and old pennies. He was not alone in the dark. To his left, a shape moved. It was tall. It wore a coat of tattered grey fabric that rippled like...

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