The Faded Paradox
The door opened. Rain slicked the stone. He stepped out. The air was cold. It bit. He did not shiver. He wore a coat. It was gray. It was old. The hem was frayed. He looked down. The mud stained his boots. He left the house. He did not look back. The house was tall. It was brick. It stood alone. The yard was overgrown. Weeds choked the path. A dog barked. It was far away. It sounded like a...
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