The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain has stopped, leaving the world suspended in a wet, heavy silence that presses against the windows of the carriage like a living thing. You sit in the corner, your boots muddy, your coat stiff with damp, and your hands resting on the table, palms flat against the wood, feeling the grain beneath your fingers. Across from you sits Arthur, his face pale in the gray light, his eyes wide and...

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