The Faded Paradox
The rain had not stopped for four days, turning the grounds of St. Jude’s Institute for the Study of Aberrations into a grey, sucking morass that seemed to pull the building down into the earth. Elias Thorne stood at the window of the third-floor archive, his reflection a ghostly smear against the glass, watching the oak tree outside. The tree was the central image of the campus, a massive,...
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