The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The air in the atrium of the St. Jude’s Institute for Behavioral Correction smelled of ozone and stale lavender, a cloying scent that seemed designed to mask the metallic tang of fear. It was a banquet, though not of food, but of surveillance. Cameras hung from the vaulted ceiling like iron fruit, their lenses fixed on the long mahogany tables where the faculty and the select few "compliant"...

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