The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fire took the old chapel on a Tuesday, the same day the frost finally broke in the valley. I was the last one out, coughing black smoke that tasted of ash and old wood, holding the door frame while the roof groaned above me. Clara was inside. I know this because I saw her shadow stretched long against the stone wall, a dark smear that vanished into the heat. The town of Oakhaven did not...

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