The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The file was cold. Not cold in temperature, but cold in its absolute finality. It sat on the oak desk of Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose spine had long since surrendered to the ergonomic chair, curving into a permanent question mark. "You look tired, Arthur," said the voice from the doorway. It was soft. It was always soft. Arthur did not turn. He stared at the glass display case in the center...

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