The Faded Paradox
14 October 1924 The lamp in Ward 4 flickered, casting long, jagged spikes of darkness against the peeling wallpaper. I watched the shadow of the bedpost stretch across the floor, and then, with a delay of one second, it moved again, independent of the light source. I turned to Dr. Halloway, who stood by the door, his coat buttoned to the chin, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. "You...
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