The Faded Paradox
The rain in the city of Varenna did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suffocating mist that clung to the cobblestones and the wet wool of the coats worn by the men who patrolled the narrow, twisting streets. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the canal, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, watching the water churn against the stone banks. It was a cold night, the kind that...
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