The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 15:39:46 -

The rain hits the cobblestones. It is cold. You are wet. You leave the precinct. The door slams. It echoes. The city smells of coal smoke. It smells of wet wool. You walk fast. Your boots strike the pavement. Click. Click. Click. You stop at the corner. You look at your hands. They are shaking. You clench them. You unclench them. They shake again. You are a man. You are a cop. You know the...

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