The Faded Paradox
The fog that rolled in from the harbor of Port Meridian did not merely obscure the streets; it invaded them, a heavy, wet wool that pressed against the windows of the faculty club, turning the gaslights into bruised, yellow eyes and muffling the clatter of the horse-drawn cabs until they sounded like the distant, rhythmic pounding of a dying heart. Inside, Professor Elias Thorne sat with his...
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