The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey veil over the moor. It clung to the wool of the greatcoat. It soaked the boots. Thomas stood at the edge of the cliff. Below, the sea churned. It was black. It was endless. He looked down at his left hand. The fingers were stiff. The skin was pale. He flexed them. They did not move. He looked at the other man. The man was young. He was wet. He...

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