The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Thorne. The word hung in the damp air of the apothecary, sharp and final, spoken by the magistrate’s steward as he pointed a trembling finger at the shelf of dried herbs. Elias Thorne, forty-two and smelling faintly of camphor and stale coffee, looked up from the ledger where he had been balancing the cost of a new pestle against the price of the foxglove he had just purchased, a sum that was...

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