The Faded Paradox
The bill lay on the counter, its edges curling in the damp air. You read it three times, the ink blurring where the paper had been touched by too many hands. The amount was a number you did not wish to see, a debt that weighed heavier than the brass and steel stacked in the drawers. Your wife, Margaret, was in the hospital, her breathing shallow, and this invoice was the only thing standing...
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