The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain in the capital does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker. I am writing this from a train station bench, my badge stripped and the ink on my hands still wet from the final, useless audit. I need you to know that I am not a thief, Clara. I am not a liar. But the Ministry of Records has decided that I am both, and they have the Hum to prove it. You remember the Hum? That...

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