The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the hall of the St. Jude’s Community Center did not smell of stale beer or cheap perfume, but of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. It was a feast of sorts, though not of food. It was a gathering of the displaced, the forgotten, the ones who lived in the cracks of the town’s polished facade. They stood in clusters, their voices rising in a low hum that vibrated against...

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