The Faded Paradox
The rain hit the cobblestones. It sounded like applause. Miles Vance stood by the window. He watched the drops run down the glass. They formed small rivers. They joined together. They disappeared into the dark. He turned back to the desk. The papers were wet. He had spilled the coffee. It was his fault. He was clumsy. He was always clumsy. His wife, Elara, was in the next room. She was...
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