The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The mud caked into the grooves of his boots. It was thick and red. It smelled of iron and old blood. Thomas stood at the edge of the King’s garden. He did not move. The air was cold. It bit his nose. Behind him, the city slept. But not here. Here, the statues watched. They had no eyes. Yet they saw everything. Thomas pulled his hand from his pocket. He held a glove. It was white. Silk. It was...

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