The Faded Paradox
The pen slipped from Elias’s fingers, striking the floorboards with a sound like a small bone breaking, and the ink pooled across the page in a dark, spreading stain that looked less like a mistake and more like a bruise forming on the skin of the paper. He did not look down. His hands were trembling so violently that the air around them seemed to vibrate, a low-frequency hum that had started...
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