The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall; it hovered. It hung in the air like a thick, gray wool, pressing against the windows of the Blackwood Inn until the glass bowed inward. Inside, the air was heavy with the smell of wet wool and stale pipe tobacco. Elias sat in the corner, his back rigid against the wood, his eyes fixed on the hearth where the fire had long since died to embers. He was twelve years old, but...

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