The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The wax was hot, sticky, and smelled of tallow and rot, and you were pressing your thumb into it with a force that made the knuckle white and the skin peel. You were twelve, and your hands were not made for the seal, but the deed to your father’s house had to be signed, or so the Magistrate’s clerk had shouted from the high bench, his voice cracking like dry wood in the cold air of the hall....

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