The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The crystal decanter in my left hand was sweating, a thin film of condensation that slicked my fingers as I attempted to pour the sherry for the Chief, the liquid trembling in the glass with the same erratic, violent rhythm that had begun to steal the precision from my hands three months ago. The gala in the old city was a suffocating affair, the air thick with the cloying scent of lilies and...

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