The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fog does not lift. It thickens. You are a Sergeant. Or you were. The rank feels distant now, a ghost of authority in a uniform that no longer fits. The wool is wet. Heavy. It clings to your skin like a second, colder flesh. You are in the factory. Not the one by the river. Not the one where you worked. This one is older. The iron is black. The steam is white. The sound is a roar that lives...

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