The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The parchment lay on the stone table, its edges curling like dead leaves. Elias Vane touched the corner, and a drop of red ink welled up, staining his finger. He pulled his hand back, wiping it on his tunic. The smell of the scriptorium hit him then: damp wool, rotting oak, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. He was forty years old, a scholar from the university at Oxford, and he had...

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