The Faded Paradox
You drive the sedan through the rain-slicked streets of Chicago. The wipers beat a frantic rhythm against the glass. You are a man who measures the world in millimeters. You count the breaths between seconds. This is how you survived. This is how you love. Or rather, this is how you think you love. The destination is a private estate on the north side. The address is burned into your memory....
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