The Faded Masquerade

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The soup was thin. It had been thin for three days. Margaret stirred the pot with a wooden spoon, the wood smooth and worn from years of use, watching the liquid tremble in the center of the cast-iron vessel. It was a clear broth, barely more than water with the ghost of a carrot floating in it. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpanes of the small cottage on the edge of Harrowgate. The...

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