The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The scent hits you before the sound does. It is ozone, sharp and electric, cutting through the stale tobacco smoke of the interrogation room. You blink, the migraine pulsing behind your left eye like a trapped bird. Across the table, the clerk, a man named Arthur, is trembling. He is not sweating. He is shaking with a cold that does not exist in this heated room. "It is the ghost," Arthur...

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