The Faded Masquerade

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I woke with the taste of burnt sugar and chalk on my tongue, a dry, gritty residue that clung to the roof of my mouth like a secret I couldn’t quite remember. The dream had been vivid, a parade of faceless figures in tattered velvet, marching in a circle that never ended, their steps synchronized to a drumbeat I could feel in my teeth. I sat up in the dark of the small apartment, the air thick...

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