The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fog in Oakhaven did not lift. It settled into the pores of the stone walls and the roots of the ancient oaks, a grey shroud that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Thomas Bradshaw sat on the bench outside the town hall, his hands bound with ropes that felt like snakes coiling around his wrists. He was not a man who enjoyed sitting still. He was a man of action, a hunter of things that should...

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