The Faded Paradox
Chapter One "You’re holding it wrong," Steward Kostas said, his voice flat and tired. He did not look up from the ledger. The room smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of old paper, a scent that had clung to Dimitra Fotopoulos since she was a child in this union hall. She adjusted the jade seal in her hands, the fragments cold against her palm. The storm outside had knocked the power an...
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