The Faded Masquerade

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The soup was cold. Mara held the spoon. It trembled. The cafeteria smelled of bleach and boiled cabbage. It was the smell of the Institution. Not a school. Not a hospital. A place where things were sorted. Where people were weighed and measured and found wanting. Mara was found wanting. She ate. The broth was thin. It tasted of salt and regret. Across the table, Julian smiled. It was a sharp...

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