The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall of the Ashworth Estate did not smell of roasted pheasant or spiced wine. It smelled of ozone, of wet copper, and of the sharp, metallic tang of something broken that could not be mended. The chandeliers, once crystals of cut glass, now hung in suspended clusters of jagged shards, frozen in mid-air by a gravity that had decided, for the duration of the evening, to rest. They did...

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