The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The train smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. It was a cold November night in 1904. Inspector Elias Thorne stood in the carriage. He held his hat in his hands. The leather was worn thin at the brim. His face was a map of old scars. He did not sleep. He watched the darkness pass. Across the aisle sat a man. He wore a grey coat. His eyes were closed. He looked like a stone. He looked like a wall....

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