The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

You wake with the smell of wet wool in your nose. It is the scent of the old town. Not the town you live in now, with its wide avenues and electric lights, but the place that swallowed your father. You are standing in a room with a low ceiling. The walls are stone. They weep. Water runs in thin, silver lines down the rough surface. A single window looks out onto a dark street. No cars. No...

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