The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suffocating curtain that turned the ancient, moss-eaten roads of the valley into slick ribbons of mud, and it was in this dripping, silent dark that young Thomas Ashworth stood at the edge of the cliff, his small, shivering hands wrapped tightly around the collar of his wool coat, watching the lights of the magistrate’s manor flicker...

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