The Faded Masquerade

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The kitchen table is a altar of wax and sugar, and you are the priest who has forgotten the words of the liturgy. The air in the small, whitewashed cottage is thick with the scent of burnt caramel and something else, something metallic and old, like the taste of copper pennies held too long in the mouth. You do not look at the door. You do not look at the clock on the mantelpiece, where the...

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