The Faded Masquerade

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The copper bell above the door of the apothecary rang, a bright, shrill sound that cut through the thick, humid air of the town, and you stood by the window, watching the rain streak down the glass like tears that refused to dry, your fingers tracing the cold, condensation-slicked surface until the lines of the pane blurred into a single, indistinct smear of the world outside, where the gas...

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