The Faded Masquerade
Marianne woke not to the sound of the siren, which had long since faded into a low, omnipresent hum that vibrated in the fillings of her teeth, but to the sensation of being watched by a darkness that had weight, a substance like cold mercury pooling in the corners of the room where the flickering light from the generator failed to reach. She lay still in the narrow cot, her body rigid with a...
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