The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Chapter One In the Alentejo, dust is not weather; it is the substance of the air itself, a fine, ochre powder that settles into the creases of your skin and the gears of the machines. I left my father’s bedside at dawn, the shutter banging its iron rhythm against the frame, a sound that had worn a groove in my sleep for three nights. He was dying, the union fund embezzled by a man named Salgado...

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