The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The silver coin sat in your palm, heavy and cold, like a piece of frozen iron. It had been in your pocket for three days, burning against your thigh with a chill that seeped into the bone. You were Elias Thorne, constable of Oakhaven, and you were looking for your son. Leo was missing. The town was wrapped in a fog so thick it felt like wet wool against your face, and the streets were empty...

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