The Faded Paradox
The rain did not fall so much as it was delivered, a heavy, indifferent curtain of grey water that blurred the edges of the world until the horizon simply ceased to exist. Elias sat in the back of the sedan, the leather seat damp against his spine, his wrists bound by the rough nylon of a zip tie that cut into the skin with every slight tremor of the car. He was a prisoner, though not in the...
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