The Faded Paradox
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the monastery courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror, and you stood at the edge of it, watching the water pool in the cracks where the mortar had long since given way to time. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and the Senior Inquisitor of the Order of the Silent Seal, a man whose life...
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