The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Orphanage smelled of damp wool and boiled cabbage, a scent that had permeated the walls so thoroughly it seemed to breathe on its own. Margaret stood near the heavy oak table, her hands folded tightly in her apron, watching the candles flicker against the stone. It was a feast for the Matron’s birthday, a rare occasion where the children were allowed to eat meat,...

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