The Faded Paradox

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2026-08-22 14:35:32 -

The Faded Paradox

The rain had stopped. The mud remained. I stood at the edge of the village green. My coat was heavy. Wet. The water ran down my face. I did not wipe it. I watched the house. Number Four. The windows were dark. But the light inside was on. It glowed through the cracks in the curtains. Yellow. Sickly. I adjusted my grip on my baton. It was cold. Wood and iron. It felt right in my hand. It was the...

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