The Faded Paradox
The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven with a persistent, grinding rhythm, a sound that seemed to drill directly into the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones, a constant, wet percussion that marked the passage of time in a town that had long since ceased to care for the calendar, and he stood at the threshold of the library, his fingers twitching at his sides as if trying to catch the scent...
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