The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The dream always begins with the sound of chisel on stone, a rhythmic, dry cracking that echoes in the hollow of my skull, and then I am standing in the garden where the earth is black and wet, watching Clara’s name disappear from the tablet inch by inch as I reach for her hand. I wake with the taste of dust in my mouth and the cold sweat of a man who has run out of time, the forty-two years of...

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