The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 15:53:51 -

The wind off the iron river tastes of rust and old snow, biting into the cracks of your leather gloves as you stand on the porch, watching the town of Blackwood Hollow slide away in the rearview mirror of the truck that is no longer yours. You are leaving, not because you have finished your work, but because the work has finally finished you, leaving behind only the hollow ache in your chest...

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