The Faded Masquerade

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The sky above the factory did not darken with night, but with a sudden, suffocating bloom of iron-grey smoke that tasted of burnt sugar and old pennies on the tongue. You are seven years old, and you are standing in the middle of the assembly line, not as a worker, but as a component that has failed to align. The air is thick, heavy with the humidity of the mill and the static charge of a world...

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