The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The thorn snaps. You feel the sting. Sharp. Clean. A red bead forms. It sits on your thumb. A jewel. A warning. The forest breathes. It is thick here. Old. Damp. You are not meant to be here. You know this. Your coat is wool. It smells of pipe smoke. And dust. And books. But you are walking. Fast. The underbrush pulls at you. It wants to hold you. You do not want to be held. You want to find...

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