The Faded Masquerade

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The smoke did not rise so much as it collapsed, a thick, oily tar that choked the throat of the old iron foundry where you had spent the last forty years of your life breathing nothing but rust and regret. You are old now, your bones a lattice of brittle calcium that creaks with every step you take on the grated floor, a sound like dry leaves skittering over gravel, and the heat that presses...

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