The Faded Paradox
The chandelier in the faculty lounge swayed gently, casting fractured light over the crystal glasses and the faces of the department’s elite. Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the room, his tie slightly askew, watching the Dean address the crowd with a smile that did not reach his eyes. The air smelled of expensive perfume and stale ambition. Elias wanted to speak, to interrupt the polished...
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