The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The ledger of the Inquisition’s seized goods was tallied in ink that smelled of iron and dried blood, a list that Elias Thorne had spent fourteen years trying to erase from his own memory. He stood in the cramped, stone-walled scriptorium of the monastery at Dunbar, the air thick with the dust of parchment and the faint, acrid scent of tallow, counting the hours until the next vigil. He was...

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