The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and pressed against the windowpane of the manor with a persistent, rhythmic tapping. I sat in the high-backed chair by the dying fire, my uniform crisp and cold against my skin, the brass buttons catching the faint, flickering light of the embers. Outside, the estate of Blackwood Hall stood...

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