The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 16:18:30 -

The iron lung sat in the center of the room like a coffin made of glass and brass, its rhythmic hiss the only sound in the sealed ward. I watched the bellows expand and contract, a mechanical heart pumping air into the lungs of a man who had forgotten his own name. My uniform was stiff with sweat, the wool clinging to my shoulders where the dampness of the mine had settled. I had spent twenty...

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