The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it precipitated, a fine, metallic mist that hung in the air of the industrial district, turning the soot-blackened brick into a slick, obsidian mirror. I stood before the great window of the Municipal Archive, watching the fog swallow the silhouette of the gasworks, my reflection superimposed over the steam rising from the vents below. In the glass, I was not...

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