The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The train into London was a long, metallic exhalation, carrying the scent of wet wool and diesel through the grey morning air, and Eleanor sat in the upper berth of the second-class car, watching the English countryside dissolve into a smear of mud and barbed wire, her fingers tracing the invisible, phantom topography of a hand that was no longer there. She had been summoned to the Ministry of...

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