The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old iron. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the window of the manor house, his hand resting on the cold glass, watching the mist curl around the base of the oak tree in the yard. He was a large man, built for the rigid lines of a uniform he no longer wore, yet his movements inside this decaying estate were slow, deliberate,...

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