The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain hits the glass like gravel. You flinch. Your hand tightens on the handle of the iron pot. It is cold. The cold bites through your gloves. You are in the car. The car is moving. You do not know where you are going. You only know that you must keep driving. The wipers slap. Slap. Slap. A rhythm of war. You look at the passenger seat. It is empty. But the air is thick. It smells of wet...

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