The Faded Paradox
The ceramic owl sat on the mantelpiece, its glazed eyes staring blankly at the dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun, a relic of a childhood that had long since rotted away in the damp earth of the cemetery, yet it remained, stubbornly intact, a symbol of a wisdom that Elias Thorne had once believed he possessed but now realized was merely a sophisticated form of delusion, a mask he had worn...
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