The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The coat is gone. It was there a moment ago. Or perhaps it never was. You are standing in the station. The air smells of wet wool and diesel. The platform is empty. Only the tracks hum beneath your feet. A low, metallic thrum. Like a dying insect. You look down. Your hands are bare. You feel the cold. It bites into your knuckles. You remember the weight of the collar. The heavy, dark wool. The...

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