The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet asphalt and dying leaves. I stood on the corner of Fifth and Main, my coat dripping, watching the headlight beams carve through the mist like surgical instruments. It was the night I was supposed to leave. I had packed my bags, sealed with the heavy, rhythmic thud of finality. I had said goodbye to...

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