The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The smell of mildew and stale incense hung heavy in the infirmary, a damp blanket that seemed to settle into the very pores of Brother Thomas’s skin, pressing against the ink-stained lines of his fingers as he hunched over the worn oak desk, his quill scratching a rhythmic, desperate cadence against the parchment. He was forty years old, though his spine curved like a question mark and his...

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