The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The glass was not a mirror. It was a fracture. You stand before it in the hall of the House of Whispers, where the air tastes of ozone and old rain. The shards do not reflect your face. They reflect your past. Or perhaps your future. It is hard to tell here, where time moves like sludge in a winter drain. You are Margaret. You are also the woman who left. You are the wife who walked away from...

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