The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The bus that took you off the highway into the deep, pine-needled silence of the Appalachian foothills smelled of wet wool and diesel, a scent that seemed to settle into the fabric of your clothes and linger there long after the engine had died. You were seventeen, or perhaps eighteen, though the difference had ceased to matter in the face of the accusation that clung to you like a second skin....

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