The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream was always the same, a suffocating weight of wet plaster and the smell of old blood, and Elias Thorne woke in the damp, whispering halls of the ancestral manor with his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He was thirty-two years old, a man who had spent the last decade in destitute labor in the mines of the north, his hands calloused and his spirit worn thin by...

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