The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the scriptorium, dry and sharp as the chalk dust that coated my sleeves. I did not look up from the ledger. The ink was still wet on the page, a black smear against the parchment, marking the cost of the tallow for the chapel candles. Three pence a pound. A fair price, or perhaps a steal, depending on who was buying. I kept my head down, listening to the...

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