The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The van smelled of wet wool and old coffee. I drove. It was dark. Rain hit the glass. We were late. "Stop," Elias said. His voice was low. He held my arm. His grip was tight. I stopped the car. We were in the lot. The building loomed. It was a gray box. The Federal Institute for Anomalous Containment. We worked there. Or we had. "I can't go in there," Elias said. He looked at the door. His eyes...

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