The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The mud sucked at Thomas’s boots. Deep. Black. It pulled like a grave. He walked. Rain fell. Cold. Sharp. It stung his face. He did not stop. He could not stop. The weight on his back was heavy. Not stone. Not wood. Cloth. Wet cloth. It soaked through. It pressed against his spine. It burned. He reached the gate. Iron. Rust. It groaned. He pushed. It opened. The Abbey stood. Stone. Grey. Tall....

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