The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, wet ceiling above the valley floor. I stood at the edge of the treeline, my boots sinking into the mud. The smell was thick. Rotting leaves. Wet stone. And beneath it, something sweet. Cloying. Like overripe peaches left in the sun. I held the basket in my hands. My knuckles were white. Inside, the jars were shaking. No, not shaking. Humming. A low,...

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