The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

You are wiping the ink from your thumb with a rag that smells of iron and old smoke, the black stain seeping into the whorls of your skin, when the door of the chapel groans open and Alderman Halloway steps into the light, his face a mask of bureaucratic calm. He does not look at you; he looks at the ledger you are holding, the one you have copied by candlelight until your eyes burned and your...

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