The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain in Blackwood Manor did not fall; it seeped. It crept up the limestone walls, darkening the stone into a bruised purple, and it soaked through the heavy velvet drapes of the library. Elias Thorne sat in the wingback chair, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. He was a small man, precise in his movements, a clerk of the sort who believed that order was...

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