The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream was always the same. I stood in a room made of black glass, holding a book that weighed nothing but felt heavy in my hands. The pages were blank, yet I knew they contained the truth. When I woke, the taste of copper was still on my tongue, sharp and metallic, clinging to the back of my throat. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent the last six months as the night...

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