The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The courtroom smelled of dust and dried sage. Elias Thorne stood before the bench, his throat a raw, humming void where his voice had been. He wanted to speak. He wanted to say that he had not stolen the Ledger, that the book had stolen him. The Magistrate, a man named Halloway, tapped his pen against the wooden desk. The sound was sharp, final. "You are cited for the theft of the Municipal...

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