The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the tracks were slick with a mud that smelled of iron and decay. I walked with my head down, keeping my eyes on the gravel, because looking up meant seeing the world that had turned its back on me. My name is Elias Thorne, or at least it was, before the village of Blackwood Creek decided that a man who could hear the whispers of the dead was better...

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