The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The first sack of limestone weighed forty pounds, and by the time I had hauled the third, my shoulders felt like they were made of wet rope. I counted the stones as I carried them from the quarry to the base of the old mill, a habit Silas had drilled into me before he vanished. One, two, three. The mist in Oakhaven was thick that morning, pressing against my chest like a damp cloth. I was...

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