The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain hammered the tin roof of the barracks. It was a steady, cold drumming. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his bunk. He did not look up. His hands were still. They were always still now. Or they were shaking, but he kept them flat on his thighs. The movement was small. A tremor. Like a bird trapped in a cage. Captain Miller stood by the door. He held a file. The paper was white....

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