The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The bird was dead. I held it in my apron, the silk stiff with cold. Its eyes were open. Glassy. Unblinking. It looked at me with a terrible, empty curiosity. I did not drop it. I never dropped things that mattered. The wind howled outside the shutters. It sounded like teeth grinding on stone. I am Maren. I am the keeper of this house. I am the daughter of the Master. Or I was. Now I am just the...

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