The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fire took the roof first. Then the walls. Then the silence. Ellis stood in the snow. He was nine years old. His breath made small white ghosts. They drifted up and vanished. The air tasted of ash and iron. It coated his tongue. It tasted of ending. He held a tin box. It was cold. It was heavy. Inside was a jar of honey. It was his father’s honey. The old man, Silas, had mixed it. He had...

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