The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The brass buckle of Elias Thorne’s service belt, cold and tarnished by three days of damp, lay in his palm as he sat on the edge of his cot, the metal biting into his flesh with a familiarity that felt like a second skin. He was forty-five years old, a sergeant with the moorland constabulary, and in his mind’s eye he was standing in the nave of the old St. Aldric’s Abbey, where the stone was...

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