The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell in sheets against the windowpane. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the office. The room smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco. He was still. His hands were clasped behind his back. The leather creaked softly. It was a small sound. In the silence, it sounded like a bone breaking. Across the desk sat Arthur Vane. Vane was a large man. His suit was expensive. It was charcoal grey....

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