The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The pen in Arthur Vane’s hand was less a tool of writing than a lever against the cold, his knuckles white and swollen as he forced the nib through the parchment, the ink already stiffening into a black sludge that resisted the flow. He stood in the courtyard of Blackwood House, the rain not falling so much as being driven sideways by a wind that carried the scent of wet stone and something...

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