The Faded Paradox
"You got it all wrong, Sergeant." The voice was low. It scraped against the wet air. It sounded like gravel in a tin cup. I didn’t turn around. I knew who it was. Everyone did. "Who said that, Elias?" "Didn't say nothing." "Then why are you whispering?" I closed my eyes. The rain was cold. It soaked through my coat. It dripped from my brow. It stung my eyes. I kept my hands at my sides. They...
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