The Faded Masquerade

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The frost had settled into the cracks of the cobblestones like a gray, powdery dust that no amount of broom work could fully erase, and as I stood in the doorway of the tannery, watching the wagon’s wheels bite into the frozen earth, I felt the cold settle into my marrow with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a moral judgment. The horse, a shaggy and weary thing named...

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