The Faded Masquerade

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The ivy grew up the north wall of the house. It did not stop. It did not pause. It climbed with a slow, muscular patience that outlasted the seasons. I watched it from the kitchen window every morning. My coffee cooled in the mug. I forgot to drink it. The vine was green. The house was old. The world outside was gray. I am old now. My hands shake. I remember the days when my hands did not...

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