The Faded Masquerade

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The blade sings. A high, thin note. It cuts the air. You know the sound. You have heard it before. In dreams. In blood. The steel is cold. Your hand is steady. This is not fear. This is discipline. You are not a man. You are a function. You are the shield. You are the wall. The enemy lunges. A blur of red. A shout, muffled by the visor. You do not see his face. You do not need to see his face....

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