The Faded Paradox
The train hissed into the station of Blackwood, a sound that seemed to tear the silence of the industrial dawn, and Arthur Penhaligon stepped onto the platform with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who had forgotten how to be light, his eyes fixed not on the arriving passengers but on the vast, unyielding expanse of the moor that stretched beyond the rusted fences, a landscape that remained...
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