The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The soup was thick. It sat in the iron pot, bubbling gently over the coal stove, smelling of onions and old time. Elias stirred it with a wooden spoon. The wood was smooth, worn by years of his hands. He looked at the steam rising. It twisted into shapes that did not hold. He was a cook. Or he thought he was. The sign above the door said *Elias’ Kitchen*. But Elias remembered being a man who...

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