The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell hard on the tin roof of the pub. It hammered a steady, wet rhythm. The air smelled of stale beer and wet wool. Elias stood by the bar. He held his glass. He did not drink. The glass was empty. It had been empty for an hour. The room was full. Men sat in the booths. They wore dark coats. Their faces were pale. Their eyes were low. No one looked at Elias. They looked at the floor....

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