The Faded Paradox
My knuckles bled on the asphalt. It was cold. The rain slicked the pavement. I stood up. Derek was on the ground. He coughed. Black water mixed with blood. "Stay down," I said. My voice was flat. My hands shook. Not from fear. From the cold. Or the anger. I looked around. People were watching. They stood on the sidewalks. Umbrellas open. Faces pale under the neon lights of the shop windows. No...
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