The Faded Paradox
Chapter One Sinead Rafferty had not slept in three days, the kind of sleepless where the hours blur into a single, gray smear, and she knew that if she did not see Magistrate Corcoran by the time the border closed on Sunday, the debt would swallow her whole. She was standing in the kitchen of the house she owned, a place that smelled of damp plaster and old grease, holding a pager that had not...
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