The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

We found her coat on the hook by the door. It was blue. Faded blue. "Did she wear it yesterday?" I asked. My brother, Silas, shook his head. He was standing in the center of the room. He looked small. The room looked big. The walls were white. The floor was oak. "No," he said. "She never wore it." I touched the fabric. It was soft. It smelled of lavender. And dust. "Who hung it here?" Silas...

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