The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

You are here. The town breathes coal smoke and wet leaves. It is autumn. The air tastes of rust and old iron. You do not remember walking in. You do not remember choosing this place. But you are here. And the willow tree stands at the end of the lane. It is tall. It is black. It does not move. You look at your hands. They are clean. They are steady. You are a detective. Or you think you are....

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