The Faded Masquerade

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The smell of burnt sugar is the first thing that wakes you. It is not the sweet, cloying scent of a caramelized apple or a fresh donut, but a sharp, acrid sting that cuts through the stale air of the bunker. You are lying on a concrete floor, your cheek pressed against a cold, damp tile, your body a map of bruises and aching joints. The silence of the facility is heavy, a physical weight...

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