The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream was a house of glass. It stood in a field of white ash. No wind moved the dust. No bird called. Margaret stood before the door. The door was her mother’s face. It was cracked down the middle. She pushed. The glass groaned. It did not break. It bent. It held. She woke. The room smelled of lavender and old paper. Margaret Holloway sat up. Her hair was tangled. She looked at her hands....

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