The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The bell rang. It was a dull, heavy sound. Not like a church bell. More like a stone dropping into a deep well. The kitchen smelled of boiled beef and damp wool. It was the smell of duty. It was the smell of home. Father stood by the table. He did not look at me. He looked at the plate. The plate was empty. There was only a smear of grease. A brown stain. It looked like a wound. "Did you eat?"...

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