The Faded Paradox
The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the high pass, a sound that seemed to scrape the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones as he clutched the leather satchel to his chest, where it beat in time with his own terrified heart. He was not a king, nor a lord, nor even a man of standing in the eyes of the court, but he carried within him the weight of a secret that had cost him his...
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