The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain against the windowpane was a steady, rhythmic drumming, a sound that had become as familiar to you as the beating of your own heart, marking out the seconds of a time you had tried so hard to forget. You stood in the center of the study, a room that smelled of old paper, damp wool, and the faint, sweet decay of the chrysanthemums in the vase on the mantelpiece. In your hand, you held...

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