The Faded Masquerade

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The train cut through the Scottish Highlands like a blade through grey wool, its rhythm a dull, persistent thumping that Maren felt in her teeth rather than heard. She sat in the corner of the compartment, her hands resting on the leather satchel across her lap, her fingers tracing the worn indentation where a brass clasp had once sat, now lost to the friction of years. The window was a pane of...

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