The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the windows of the Ashworth manor, blurring the world outside into a smear of charcoal and damp earth. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a perfume of preservation that Thomas Ashworth had cultivated for forty years. He sat in his study, a room that was less a room and more a...

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