The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The blood was not red. It was a thick, viscous sludge, dark as coffee grounds, slicking the white ceramic of the sink. I wiped it away with a rag that had been clean an hour ago, but the stain held, a bruise under the skin of the porcelain. My hands shook, a tremor that started in the wrist and traveled up the forearm, vibrating through the bones. This is the part of the work that no one tells...

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