The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain was not falling so much as it was being thrown against the glass, a relentless, grey static that erased the world beyond the windowpane. I was twelve years old, or perhaps thirteen, but age had become a fluid concept in the damp, rotting apartment on Sorrow Street, where the heat had failed three days prior and the smell of mildew had settled into the very fibers of my wool sweater. My...

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