The Faded Masquerade

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You are waking in a fever of static and iron, the taste of copper thick on your tongue, and the first thing you understand, with the cold, detached clarity of a surgeon assessing a wound, is that the world you knew has been incinerated, leaving behind only the grey, pulsating husk of what remains. The sky above the ruins of the industrial valley is not blue but a bruised, sickly violet, swollen...

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