The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

"You’re late." My father did not look up from the ledger. The quill scratched against the paper. A thin, dry sound. Like a bone being filed. "I’m not late, Dad. I’m just here." He looked up then. His eyes were small. Dark. Tired. They did not blink. "Sit," he said. "Close the door." I closed the door. The latch clicked. A final sound. The room was cold. It was always cold in the study. The air...

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