The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The wind off the Thames did not howl; it screamed, a thin, high-pitched keen that found every crack in the oak doors of Blackfriars. I stood in the courtyard, my breath pluming in the grey air, clutching a glass vial of distilled laudanum in my left hand. The liquid inside was dark, viscous, and heavy, a mirror to the weight I carried in my chest. I was forty years old, an apothecary from the...

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