The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The train to Blackwood smelled of coal dust and wet wool, a scent that Elara Vane had grown to hate over the three hours of the journey. She clutched her leather satchel, the one containing the audit files and the letter that had stripped her of her position at the municipal office. She was thirty years old, and for the first time in her life, she felt like a ghost drifting through her own...

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