The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall of the city’s grand hotel smelled of roasted pheasant and stale sweat, a thick, cloying atmosphere that seemed to press against the back of my throat, a physical weight that I had carried for years until it finally settled into the marrow of my bones. I stood near the edge of the mahogany table, my hands clasped behind my back, watching the light catch the dust motes dancing in...

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