The Faded Masquerade

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The blood in my mouth tasted of iron and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I raised my shield against the next blow, the impact jarring my teeth and sending a shockwave of white noise through my skull. I am not a man who speaks often, and certainly not one who speaks well, for the tongue is a muscle that atrophies when the mind is too busy counting the seconds...

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