The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The chipped silver mirror slid in its velvet pouch, a heavy, cold weight against my hip as I tightened the saddle girth, the leather creaking under the strain of the horse’s nervous shifting. I was forty years old, a sergeant in the county constabulary, and I was riding into the fog-choked valley of Oakhaven not to save a life, but to secure the capital that would keep the roof over my wife’s...

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