The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The envelope was thick, the paper heavy and cream-colored, smelling faintly of the cedar shavings Silas still kept in his desk drawers. I held it in my right hand, the one that didn’t shake, while my left gripped the edge of the kitchen table, knuckles white against the wood. Outside, the wind off the ridge was picking up, rattling the window frames with a dry, persistent rattle that sounded...

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