The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The air in the infirmary smelled of wet wool and old iron. I sat on a broken chair, the wood splintering slightly under the weight of my patience, and watched the dust motes swirl in the shaft of light that cut through the high, barred window. My son, Aram, was in the next room, his cough a dry, rattling thing that sounded like gravel being shaken in a tin can. He was twelve years old, and he...

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