The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The trowel bit into the wet lime mortar with a wet, sucking sound, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up his forearm, settling deep in the aching muscle of his shoulder. He was forty-five, and his hands, once steady enough to carve the finest tracery in the city, now trembled with a fatigue that sleep could not cure. In the dim light of the Chapel of St. Jude, the air was thick with the...

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