The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The file was sealed with red tape, the kind that snaps when you pull it, a sound like a small bone breaking. Elias Thorne held the folder in his left hand, the one that did not tremble. His right hand rested on the desk, fingers curled around the cold metal rim of his coffee mug. The office smelled of wet wool and old paper, a damp, stagnant scent that seemed to cling to the back of his throat....

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