The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The blood was warm. It pooled in the creases of my knuckles, thick and copper-scented, staining the white cuffs of my uniform. I held the man down. He was not a man, not anymore. He was a shape. A weight. A thing to be managed. The room was small. The air was stale. It tasted of dust and old fear. I am Sergeant Thomas Hale. I have served for thirty years. I know the weight of a gun. I know the...

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