The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream smelled of wet wool and iron. Thomas woke in the dark. The air was thick. It tasted of dust. He was in the cell. No. He was in the house. The house was the cell. "Get up," a voice said. It was not a voice. It was the floorboards creaking. It was the wind in the eaves. But it sounded like a man. Thomas sat up. His body ached. Every joint popped. He looked at his hands. They were old....

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