The Faded Masquerade

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The fire started in the barn. It ate the hay in seconds. You watched the orange tongue lick the sky. You were not the cause. You were the witness. The town of Oakhaven burned. The smoke smelled of pine and old wool. It stung your eyes. You coughed. The sound was wet and harsh. You are a soldier. You have a uniform. It is blue. It is clean. You are not a firefighter. You are a protector. That is...

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