The Faded Masquerade

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You are not human. Not anymore. Or perhaps you never were. The distinction has blurred, worn down by years of friction, of heat, of the slow, grinding erosion of the mask. You hold the thing in your hands. It is a ceramic teacup. Blue and white. A pattern of vines that once looked alive but now look like scars. The glaze is chipping. You feel the rough edge against your thumb. It is the only...

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