The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain tapped against the windowpane of the old manor in Blackwood, a steady, hollow rhythm that seemed to keep time with the beating of my heart. I stood by the door, my hand resting on the brass knob, feeling the cold metal bite into my palm. Outside, the garden lay in a gray slumber, the roses crushed under the weight of the storm. I was leaving. That was the finality of it. The silence in...

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