The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The ledger weighed four pounds, two ounces. Elias Thorne held it against his chest, feeling the cold metal of the binding bite into his ribs, and counted the hours he had spent in the sub-basement: fourteen. The air down there smelled of wet limestone and the sweet, cloying rot of decaying paper, a scent that had begun to seep into his skin, his clothes, his very breath. He was thirty-four...

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