The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream began with a sparrow. It was dead, pinned to the ceiling of a room that smelled of wet wool and old paper. The bird’s eyes were open, glassy and bright, staring at Leo with an accusation he couldn’t name. He woke up sweating, the sheet twisted tight around his legs. The clock on the nightstand read 4:14. Outside, the city of London was gray and silent, a vast machine of glass and...

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