The Faded Paradox
The coffee was cold. It sat in the chipped ceramic mug, a dark pool reflecting the fluorescent hum of the break room. Elias stared at it. He did not drink. He needed the taste. He needed the bitterness to anchor him. The smell was wrong. It was too sweet. Too floral. Like lilies rotting in a vase. "You're doing it again," a voice said. Elias looked up. Sergeant Halloway stood in the doorway....
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