The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The coat was red. Not crimson. Not scarlet. Red. It hung on the hook by the door. A heavy wool thing. It smelled of smoke and iron. And my own sweat. I looked at it. It looked back. Or so it seemed. The room was a box. A square of white space. No floor. No ceiling. Just light. Blinding. White. I stood in the center. I was small. I was twelve. Or maybe younger. Time was a liquid here. It pooled...

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