The Faded Paradox
The clock on the mantel ticks. It is the only sound in the room. You sit in the chair. Your hands are still. They are clean. They look like they belong to a man who has never touched a gun, let alone a corpse. But you know what they did. You know what the silence holds. The door opens. Captain Elias Thorne walks in. He does not look at you. He looks at the window. The rain is heavy outside. It...
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