The Faded Masquerade

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You wake up with the taste of copper and old rain in your mouth, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat like a secret you haven’t yet told. It is early, or perhaps late, for the light outside the window of the motel room is the pale, sickly yellow of a bruise, and the air conditioning unit shudders against the wall with a rhythmic, dying cough. You are here to investigate, to look...

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