The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that settled into the wool of coats and the pores of skin, carrying with it the faint, metallic scent of iron and old stone. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day that seemed designed to erode the will to act, to reduce the vibrant city to a collection of damp, grey silhouettes moving with the sluggish...

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