The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the estate, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that matched the throb in Elias Thorne’s temples. He stood in the center of the great hall, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the leather worn smooth by years of service. The air smelled of damp stone and old parchment, a scent that had once been comforting but now...

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