The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fire was high. Too high. Sparks danced against the smoke. They looked like stars. Margaret sat in the corner. Her hands were still. She held a glass. The ice was gone. The water was cold. "Drink up," said the Mayor. He stood by the window. The glass was dark. Outside, the rain began to fall. "I am not thirsty," Margaret said. Her voice was low. It did not shake. The room was full. Men in...

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