The Faded Paradox
The air in the grand hall of the St. Jude’s Community Center hung thick with the scent of roasted venison and stale pipe tobacco, a dense atmosphere that seemed to press against the eardrums of the assembled townsfolk. Detective Inspector Arthur Hale stood by the long banquet table, his hand resting on the polished mahogany, feeling the vibration of the cello concert that had just ended in the...
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