The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, grey curtain of water suspended in the air above the city. It did not touch the ground. It did not wash the streets. It just existed, a wall of wet silence that smelled of ozone and old iron. Marek stood under the awning of a shuttered pharmacy. He was a big man. Broad shoulders. A thick neck. His hands were rough, calloused in ways that spoke of...

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