The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The ink was always wet. Arthur Vane woke with the sensation of his father’s face dissolving into black sludge, the features blurring into a smear on the pillowcase. He sat up, gasping, the air in the small hotel room thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. It was 1904, and the town of Oakhaven was waking up for the shift change at the mill. Arthur rubbed his eyes, trying to shake the...

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