The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The carriage wheels groaned against the mud of the highland pass, a sound like a man grinding his teeth in a fever. Elias Thorne sat hunched in the corner, his knees pressed against the leather seat, clutching a tin case that held the vial of Mirror Tincture. He was forty-five, though the hollows beneath his eyes made him look a decade older, and his hands trembled not from cold, but from the...

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