The Faded Paradox
The bell tolled. It was a low, wet sound. Like a stone dropped into deep water. Thomas stood by the window. The glass was cold. His breath fogged it. He wiped the mist away. Outside, the village slept. Not truly. It watched. The mist clung to the cobblestones. It swallowed the lamps. It ate the edges of the houses. Thomas touched his chest. His heart beat hard. A frantic bird in a cage. He was...
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