The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Colm Whelan’s fingers were slick with the cold sweat of the drawer when he found the left hand, the skin taut and unnaturally warm against the metal. It was not the smell of decay that struck him, but the scent of ozone and wet wool, a sharp, metallic tang that lingered in the back of his throat as he lifted the limb from the morgue drawer in the grey October light. The fingers twitched, a...

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