The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The brass key was cold, colder than the iron gate Arthur Vane held it against. It felt like a piece of frozen bone, slick and heavy in his palm, the metal biting into his skin as he turned it with a sharp, decisive click. The door swung inward, releasing a breath of damp, stale air that smelled of wet wool and old paper. Arthur stepped into the corridor of Millbrook Asylum, his shoes squeaking...

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