The Faded Paradox
The rain had stopped, leaving the air over St. Jude’s Hospital thick with the smell of wet asphalt and old plaster. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his bag, his shoulder aching with a familiar, dull throb that he had learned to ignore. At forty-two, he was a structural engineer who spent his life calculating the weight of other people’s burdens, a job that had once seemed like a noble...
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