The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, beating against the leaded glass of the carriage window. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old paper. Julian sat hunched in the corner, his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had gone lukewarm an hour ago. He did not drink. He watched the water streak the glass, blurring the passing landscape into a smear of gray and brown. The coach...

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