The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

Michael Gallagher, a bridge carpenter with a fine that could only be paid in labor, woke from a dream where his left hand was a withered root, gripping the edge of a bog road that stretched to the horizon. The rain had stopped overnight, leaving the black soil slick and heavy under the boots of the men who came to divide the fields. I stood by the union office, where the banners flapped like...

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