The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain against the window of the hospital room was a rhythmic, deafening drum, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones, and I sat there, my hands folded tightly in my lap, watching the water streak down the glass in long, distorted lines that looked like tears. I was thirty-two years old, a data analyst for a mid-sized insurance firm in Chicago, and I had spent the last...

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