The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The wool coat hangs on the hook by the door. It is midnight. The house is quiet, save for the tick of the grandfather clock in the hall, a sound that seems to vibrate in your teeth. You stand in the center of the room, holding a glass of sherry that has gone flat in your hand. The party is over. The guests have filed out into the cold, their laughter fading like smoke in the wind. Only Marcus...

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