The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The fog rolled in from the river, thick as wet wool, swallowing the pine forest that had gone to beetle kill until the trees stood like hollowed-out bones against the grey sky. In the district of Ano Poli, the air smelled of ozone and rotting sap, a scent that clung to the wool of Ioanna Stefanou’s coat as she walked the perimeter of the data-sanctuary vault. She was a junior archivist, a title...

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