The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain on the moor did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the world, blurring the line between the heather and the sky. Arthur Penhaligon, the village’s self-appointed keeper of quiet truths, walked with the deliberate slowness of a man who had long since stopped running. He was seventy, his spine curved like a question mark under his wool coat, and his eyes, pale...

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