The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The coat was red. Not the bright, screaming red of a stop sign. Not the polite red of a lady’s lipstick. It was the deep, bruised red of old blood. Or maybe rust. It hung on a hook in the hallway of the apartment. A small, damp apartment in the city. The walls sweated. The pipes groaned in the walls. Thomas stood before it. His hands were shaking. They always shook now. He reached out. His...

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