The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The wool is thin now. You can see the light through it. You hold the scarf in your hands, the one Eleanor knitted by the fire, the one she gave you the day before she left. It is red, once. Now it is the color of dried blood, or perhaps just rust. You are on the train. The wheels click against the iron tracks. A steady, relentless rhythm. You are going to the estate. You are going to return...

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