The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Thorne. The sound of it cut through the mud and the rain, a sharp bark that belonged to Mayor Halloway. I stood in the center of the Blackwood border checkpoint, my boots sinking into the slurry that had turned the road into a brown, sucking pit. My left hand was locked in a permanent claw, the fingers fused into a rigid, bone-white hook that I had carried for three years. The Mayor did not...

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