The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell on the city like a secret kept too long. Eleanor Ashworth walked. Her heels clicked against the wet pavement. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. She carried a bag. It was heavy. It pressed against her hip. Inside was a coat. A blue wool coat. It had belonged to her father. He had worn it for forty years. The fabric was thin now. The elbows were worn smooth. The collar was...

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