The Faded Paradox
The frost on the windowpane of the study had formed into a crystalline lattice that resembled the intricate venation of a leaf, a pattern you had memorized in your youth before the hunger began to erode the memory of fullness, and you now watched the way the ice caught the faint, dying light of the hearth, reflecting it back in shards of cold, pale blue that seemed to cut through the heavy...
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