The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The glove was red, or it had been red before the soot and the blood had turned it the color of a dried plum. Elias Vance held it in his left hand, the fingers of the leather curled tight around his own knuckles, and he felt the pull of it, a physical drag toward the east, toward the watchhouse where Magistrate Thorne kept the ledgers that bound his father to the city’s sorrow. The air in...

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