The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall in Harrowgate smelled of roasted pheasant and old money. It smelled of decay masked by lavender. I stood at the edge of the room, holding a glass of wine I had not sipped, watching the chandelier sway with the weight of the crystal. The light fractured across the faces of the townspeople. They were beautiful, in the way that things are beautiful just before they break. My name...

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