The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Thorne. You hear the name dragged out by the Chief’s boots, the gravel crunching under his heel as he paces the floor of the small, wood-paneled office. The air smells of stale tobacco and wet wool. He is looking at you, but he is looking through you, at the file on his desk that has your name on it, and the other name, the one that keeps you up at night. Arthur Vane. The missing miller. The...

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