The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The iron bars were cold against my forehead, a dull ache that had become part of my skull. Outside, the muffled laughter of the jailer, young Miller, drifted through the ventilation grate, a sound that grated on my nerves like gravel on stone. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a constable of Oakhaven, and I have spent the last three months in this cell for a murder I did not commit. The...

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