The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall. It pressed. It was a heavy, grey weight against the glass of the watchtower. Thomas Bradshaw stood with his back to the cold window. He watched the courtyard below. The stones were slick. The shadows were long. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. Thomas was a man of few words. His uniform was dark. The brass buttons were dull. He held his rifle across his chest. The...

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