The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain slicked the cobblestones of Whitechapel into a black mirror. I watched it. The water ran in thin, silver veins. It tasted of iron and old stone. I stood by the window. My coat was damp. The steam from the streetlamps blurred the world outside. It felt soft. It felt distant. I am not a man who fits in. I am a ghost in a heavy suit. I left home to be free. I was wrong. Freedom is a cold...

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