The Faded Masquerade

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The rain hits the tin roof of the bunker like a handful of gravel thrown by an angry god. It is a sound you have stopped hearing, a rhythm so constant it has become the baseline of your existence. You sit on the concrete floor, your back against the cold wall, your hands resting on your knees. They are steady. They are always steady. You are a man built for stability, for the unyielding line of...

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