The Faded Masquerade
The coffee in the porcelain cup has gone cold, a dark, stagnant pool that reflects the fluorescent hum of the overhead lights rather than the warmth of the hand that poured it. You sit at the edge of your desk in the sterile, glass-walled office of the Sterling and Vance architectural firm, the city outside a gray smear of rain and steel, and you watch the liquid tremble with the subtle,...
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