The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell in sheets of grey silence. Inside the archive, the air was still. It smelled of dust and old paper. Arthur stood by the window. He watched the water run down the glass. It was a Tuesday. The year was 1998. He had not slept in two days. His hands trembled. He held a small object in his palm. It was a silver locket. It was tarnished. The surface was dull. It had been there for ten...

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