The Faded Paradox
The fog had rolled in thick as wool, swallowing the coastal town of Greyhaven until only the rhythmic, heavy breathing of the old lighthouse remained visible through the gray curtain. Inside the cramped, salt-stained office of the constabulary, the air smelled of damp wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear. Leo, who was barely twelve but moved with the cautious, deliberate grace of a...
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