The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall. It hovered. Miles stood at the edge of the gray water. The air tasted of copper and wet stone. He held the object in his left hand. It was a small, brass pocket watch. The face was blank. The hands were missing. The case was cold. Colder than the air. He knew what it was. Everyone in the town knew what it was. But no one spoke of it. Not really. They spoke around it. They...

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