The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The wax was cold and brittle in my fingers, a seal of crimson and lead that tasted of iron on my tongue. I held it up to the dim light of the interrogation chamber, watching the seal of the High Council crack under the pressure of my thumb. It was a perfect circle, unbroken until I chose to break it, and the sound it made was like a bone snapping in a quiet room. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two...

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