The Faded Masquerade

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The train moved through the dark. It was a long ride. The wheels clicked. The sound was constant. It was a rhythm. It was a heartbeat. Clara sat by the window. Her hands were still. They rested in her lap. She held a loaf of bread. It was wrapped in wax paper. The paper was yellowed. The crust was hard. She did not eat it. She looked at it. She felt its weight. It was heavy. It was real. The...

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