The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell on the glass. It was a thin, persistent sheet. I watched it race down the windowpane. The droplets merged. They fell. The house was silent. It was a heavy silence. It pressed against my ears. I sat in the chair. It was old wood. It groaned under my weight. My hands were still. They rested on my knees. I am the seer. I know what comes. I know what has come. But I cannot stop it....

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