The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain on the platform at Harrow’s End was not falling so much as it was being thrown, a cold, horizontal sheet that stung the eyes and slicked the gravel. You stood there, Elias Thorne, your coat heavy with water, the leather-bound ledger clutched to your chest like a shield against the wind. It was a small, unassuming thing, its spine cracked and its pages swollen with damp, but you knew it...

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