The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain on the cobblestones of the King’s Square smelled of wet iron and old stone. Elias stood still. His cloak was heavy. It was dark blue wool. It had been his for thirty years. It had been his father’s before that. The fabric was thin at the elbows. It was soft at the shoulders. It was the only thing he trusted. He did not look at the crowd. He looked at the ground. The water pooled around...

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