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 boundary between the stone walls of the keep and the mist beyond. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the threshold of the armory, his back to the heavy oak door, listening to the silence that had replaced the command. He had been a blade for thirty years, a tool of the Duke’s will, a weapon honed by discipline and fear....

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