The Faded Masquerade

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The glass broke. Not all at once. It shattered in pieces, a cascade of sharp, white teeth falling onto the cobblestones of Harrowgate. I stood there. The cold bit into my hands. I was an exile here. A man without a past. Only a present that hurt. The town was small. It smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. The factories hummed a low, constant drone. It was the sound of industry eating the earth....

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