The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

I counted the silver marks on the ledger until the ink blurred in the dim tallow light, each scratch representing a week of silence from the village apothecary and a day closer to the winter that was currently sharpening its teeth against the stone walls of my post. My daughter, Elara, was burning with the fever in the next room, her breath a ragged, wet sound that seemed to pull the air out of...

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