The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain hit the canvas roof with a rhythm like static. It was a low, gray sound. Elias Vane sat in the back of the horse-drawn carriage. He held a small, leather-bound book. It was his ledger. The pages were wet now. The ink bled into the paper. Black clouds formed on the white surface. He watched them spread. He watched them disappear. The journey to the Blackwood Estate was long. The road...

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