The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the antique shop, blurring the city into a smear of wet asphalt and sodium light. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax, old paper, and the metallic tang of rust. I was sorting through a box of estate sale debris, my hands stained with the dust of decades, when I found it. A clock. Not a...

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