The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The olive groves of Jaén stretch out like a grey skirt of ash, dry and brittle under the false spring sun of February. In the shadow of the factory line, where steam rises from the pressing pits, Manuel Robles checks his watch. It is 14:00. He is fifty years old, a landfill gas technician by trade, though lately he works as a restorer of clocks for Don Isidoro. The air tastes of sulfur and old...

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