The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The ink moved. It was not a trick of the light, nor a tremor in the hand of the scribe. The black letters on the parchment curled, stretched, and bled into the skin of the reader. Brother Thomas Bradshaw, Inquisitor of the Southern District, felt a cold draught rise from the desk, though the windows were sealed tight against the autumn chill. He read the first line, and the words rearranged...

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