The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Mara drove the white sedan north. The highway stretched flat and gray under a heavy sky. Rain tapped the glass. It sounded like fingers drumming. She was going to the mill. The old timber mill. It stood alone in the pines. No one else came here. Not anymore. The town of Harrow was dying. Slowly. Quietly. Like a man holding his breath underwater. Mara held her breath too. She had been holding it...

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