The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

I dreamed of the cellar. It was dark. Cold. The stone walls wept with condensation, dripping into the silence with a rhythmic, wet percussion. *Drip. Drip. Drip.* I stood before a shelf of glass jars. Inside them, something black and viscous swirled. It looked like ink. It looked like blood. I reached for one. My hand passed through the glass. "You are here," said the voice. It was my own. I...

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