The Faded Masquerade
The rain in Seattle did not fall; it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of Marnie’s coat and seeped into the pores of her skin like a slow, cold poison. She stood on the corner of Pine and 4th, watching the traffic lights cycle through their indifferent yellow and red, while the city hummed around her with a frequency only she could hear. It was a sound like static, a...
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