The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The house was dying. Not rotting. Not crumbling. Dying. Like a man in a hospital bed, the bones showing through the skin of the plaster. I sat in the library, the only room with a door that still closed. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I am a detective. Or I was. Now I am just a man who watches the walls weep. People say I am mad. They say I am obsessed....

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