The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain against the stained glass of the refectory window did not sound like water; it sounded like the slow, grinding exhalation of a ghost trying to remember how to breathe, a rhythmic, wet percussion that echoed in the hollows of Margaret Holloway’s ribs. She sat at the long oak table, her fingers laced tightly around a cup of cold tea, the porcelain chipped at the rim where it had been...

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