The Faded Paradox
The ice in the crystal vase was cracking. Not shattering. Not exploding. Just a slow, sickening fracture, like a bone giving way under the weight of a body that should not be there. I watched it from the corner of the room. My fingers were numb. The champagne in my glass was flat. "Did you see that, Thomas?" The voice belonged to Julian. He was standing by the window, his back to me, his...
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