The Faded Masquerade

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The jar of honey sat on the mahogany desk, a thick amber monument to a sweetness that had long since turned bitter in my mouth, and I watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the heavy velvet curtains of the interrogation room, a room that smelled of stale coffee, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear, while I waited for the man who had once been my brother in...

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