The Faded Paradox
"You’ll have to forgive the state of the archive," Enzo said, his voice light, almost apologetic, as he gestured to the shattered wax on the cold steel table. "The fever took him quickly, but it took his mind first. He kept carving that knot in his sleep. I found this on his workbench, mixed with the ash. It’s a mess, Nino. A true mess." The wax was black, brittle, and broken into four jagged...
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