The Faded Masquerade

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The train stopped. It did not stop with a screech of brakes, or a groan of metal. It simply ceased. The wheels locked. The city outside the window was gray. A flat, unrelenting gray. Margaret sat by the glass. Her hands were still. They were wrapped around a small, leather-bound book. The cover was cracked. The title was faded. She looked at the page. The ink was brown. It had turned brown with...

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