The Faded Masquerade

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"You look as though you’ve swallowed a stone, Arthur," said Mrs. Gable, her voice light and brittle as dry leaves skittering across the pavement. "It is the mask, isn’t it? You are staring at it too closely. One does not stare at a reflection in a window; one passes through." I did not answer. I could not. My mouth was a dry, cracked riverbed, and the only sound in the room was the tick of the...

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