The Faded Paradox
The roof collapsed at noon. Not with a crash. With a sigh. The ancient timber groaned, split, and fell. Dust billowed like white smoke. It covered the floor. It filled the air. It settled on the faces of the court. Silence followed. It was a heavy silence. Thick. Sticky. Margaret stood in the center. She did not move. Her dress was dark. Her hair was loose. She looked small against the ruins....
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