The Faded Paradox
The velvet coat had lost its luster, the deep burgundy fading into a bruised, muddy purple that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. Arthur Pendelton ran his thumb over the fraying cuff, feeling the coarse weave of the wool where the pilling had begun to form. It was a garment of considerable weight, not just in its fabric, but in the silence it carried. He wore it to the office...
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