The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 11:29:29 -

It was a Tuesday, or perhaps it was a Wednesday, but the days had begun to blur into a single, continuous stretch of grey light that hung over the city like a damp, unwashed sheet, and I was sitting in my workshop on the corner of Elm and Fourth, surrounded by the smell of linseed oil and old dust, trying to remember why I had ever thought that making things was a way to fix the world. The...

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