The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The file was locked, and that was the first sign that something was wrong. Arthur Vane stood in the constable’s office, his hands resting on the worn leather strap of his bag, feeling the weight of the empty pockets inside it. Outside, the wind from the moor scraped against the windowpanes of Oakhaven, a sound like dry bones rattling in a jar. Constable Halloway sat behind his desk, a man whose...

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