The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The bell rang. Not a doorbell. A church bell. But the church was empty. The steeple was a broken tooth in the sky. Miles Thorne woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He was in the shop. The air smelled of dust and old varnish. He sat up. His joints popped. He was an old man now. Or perhaps he was always this old. The workshop was dim. Shafts of grey light cut through the windows. They...

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