The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell in sheets of gray static. It drummed against the roof of the glasshouse. Elias stood alone. His coat was wet. He did not care. The heat inside was thick. It smelled of wet earth and rot. And something else. Something sweet. Like old honey. Like decay. He was a detective. Or so the badge said. The badge was tarnished. It hung heavy on his chest. It pulled at the skin. He adjusted...

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