The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm against the leaded glass of the high window. Silas Vane sat in the corner of the study, his back straight, his hands folded in his lap. He was old. The years had carved lines into his face that looked like cracks in dry earth. He wore a suit of dark wool. It was ill-fitting now. The shoulders were too broad. The sleeves...

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