The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fire did not start with a spark but with a sound, a low, wet tearing that came from the very heart of the engine room, a sound that seemed to rip the fabric of the night itself, and I was standing there in my oil-stained coveralls, holding a wrench that had grown cold in my hand, watching the gauge needle swing past the red line and into the void where numbers no longer exist, while the...

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