The Faded Paradox
The first cup shattered before Elara could finish her sentence. It was a thin, blue-rimmed thing, sitting on the mahogany desk of Dr. Arthur Thorne. The sound was not a crack but a scream, a high, brittle shriek that turned the heads of the three board members seated in the leather chairs behind him. Elara froze, her hand still raised, holding the evidence folder she had just dropped. The...
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