The Faded Masquerade

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The road is wet. Mud sucks at your boots. You walk. The sky is low and grey, a heavy wool blanket pressed against the earth. You are walking. You are always walking. The air tastes of iron and rot. You carry nothing but the weight of your own breath. It is sharp. It is cold. Who are you? You do not know. The name is gone. Scrubbed from the stone. Scrubbed from the skin. You are a hollow vessel....

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