The Faded Paradox
The rain against the high, arched windows of the Meridian Institute for Advanced Cognitive Studies was a rhythmic, ceaseless drumming, a sound that had long since ceased to be weather and had become the ambient hum of your existence. You stood in the center of the atrium, your hand resting on the cold brass railing of the mezzanine, looking down at the empty courtyard below where the wet gravel...
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