The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Whitechapel into slick mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the soot of the city. You stood on the wet pavement, your coat soaked through to the skin, holding a letter that felt heavier than paper has any right to be. It was the last thing Thomas had left you before he vanished, a slip of...

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