The Faded Paradox
The rain had been falling for three days when I left the shop, the glass panes streaked with grey water that turned the world outside into a blurred smear of slate and mud. I did not look back at the sign, *Halloway & Sons: Restorers of the Past*, though I knew the letters were still gold leaf on dark oak, just as they had been for forty years. I was not leaving because of the rain, nor because...
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