The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The letter in my pocket felt like a stone, cold and heavy against my thigh. It was addressed to me from the firm of Halloway & Sons, but the ink was smeared, as if written in a hurry or in fear. I walked the perimeter of the Blackwood Textile Mill, the steam hissing from the vents like a dying animal. It was 1893, and the air tasted of coal dust and rust. I wanted to clear my brother’s name....

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