The Faded Paradox
Act I The weight of a secret is not in its size, but in the friction it creates against the skin of the day. I am Juergen Fink, and for the last three days I have been carrying a debt that does not appear in the village ledger, though it weighs more than the ladder I failed to pay for. The school in the valley is closing this week, a fact that hangs over the rice paddies like a low cloud, and...
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