The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The velvet was rotting from the inside out, a slow, sweet decay that smelled of old wine and dried lavender. I held the coat up to the grey light of the attic window, watching the dust motes dance in the beam, suspended in a time that no longer belonged to me. It was my mother’s coat. The deep burgundy had faded to the color of dried blood, the silk lining peeling away like dead skin. For...

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