The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The oak tree in the center of the estate had no leaves. It stood bare and black against the grey sky, a skeletal hand reaching for a sun that did not shine. Thomas Bradshaw stood before it, his coat damp with the mist that clung to the valley floor. He was a man of few words, a detective who had spent twenty years in the service of the city, and he felt the weight of that service now as a...

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