The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream always begins with the smell of wet limestone and the sound of a hammer striking stone, a rhythm as steady and indifferent as a heartbeat, yet you know, even in the slumber, that the building is already gone, reduced to a pile of grey rubble in the rain. You are standing in the courtyard of the old mill in Harrowgate, a place that has not existed for thirty years, and you are holding...

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