The Faded Masquerade

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The iron key had been cold in my palm for three days, a weight that felt less like metal and more like a shard of ice lodged deep beneath the skin of my thumb, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic ache that mirrored the beating of my own heart which had grown so heavy, so dense with the accumulated dust of our shared years, that it seemed less an organ and more a millstone dragged behind me through...

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