The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall of the High Spire smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a secret kept too long, and in the center of this opulent, humming void stood Dr. Elias Thorne, a man whose soul was a tattered manuscript waiting for a binding that would never come. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, a garment so thin and worn at the elbows that...

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