The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The frost bit through my wool coat. It had been biting for three days. I stood at the edge of the moor, the wind tearing at the hem of my greatcoat. In my hands, I held the glass. It was not a single pane. It was a mosaic of shards, bound by wire and stubbornness. A broken window. My badge hung heavy against my chest, a cold weight of authority I no longer trusted. The village below was silent....

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