The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain tapped against the window of the interrogation room. It was a steady, rhythmic sound. Margaret Holloway sat in the metal chair. Her hands were bound by plastic cuffs. They felt cold against her skin. Detective Ashworth entered. He did not knock. He placed a folder on the table. He did not sit. He stood. His coat was wet. Water dripped from the hem onto the linoleum. "Did you see it?"...

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