The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the village square and seeped into the wool of Margaret Holloway’s skirts, a dampness that felt less like weather and more like the slow, inevitable condensation of guilt upon the skin of a woman who had mistaken her own silence for virtue. She stood before the heavy oak door of the Magistrate’s...

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