The Faded Paradox
You are standing in the hallway. The floorboards creak under your boots. They are heavy leather. They smell of rain and old iron. You are a detective. You are not a hero. You are a man in a gray suit with a tie that is too tight. Your name is Marcus Thorne. You are tired. The house is big. It is too big. The shadows in the corners are long and black. They do not move. They are not afraid of...
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