The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The train smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. I gripped the handle. My knuckles were white. The window was cold. I watched the fields blur. They were gray. The sky was lower. The air was thick. I was going to the Institute. It stood on a hill. It was made of stone. The stone was black. I had a box. It was small. It was leather. I held it in my lap. It was warm. It was alive. I was a detective....

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