The Faded Masquerade

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The carriage wheels grind against the cobblestones, a sound that is less like movement and more like a bone being slowly, deliberately broken, as you sit in the back seat with your mother, whose hand is cold and dry in yours, feeling like a piece of parchment that has been left out in the sun for too long. You are leaving for the city, for the work, for the life that is supposed to be yours,...

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