The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain had not ceased for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the moorland into a soft, breathing entity of mud and heather. I walked the edge of the cliff, where the path narrowed to a ribbon of packed earth, my fingers raw and peeling from the constant dampness. My hands, once smooth and pale from the shelter of the parlor, were now mapped with white lines and darkened at the...

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