The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The house was dying, and so was I. I sat in the library, the air thick with the smell of damp rot and old paper, listening to the walls breathe. They whispered my name, *Elias, Elias*, in a voice that sounded like dry leaves skittering across stone. I had come back to sell it. That was the plan. By the end of the month, the manor would be sold, the debts paid, and I would be free of this...

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