The Faded Paradox
The train hissed to a halt in the soot-choked darkness of Blackwood, and Arthur Vane stepped onto the platform with a cough that tasted of rust and old blood, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He was forty years old, a detective with twenty years of service and a pension that was only three months away, provided he could close the Paradox Case before the medical board...
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