The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-22 06:10:13 -

The rain fell. It was a cold, iron rain. It hit the mud of the road. It turned the earth to slurry. I walked. My boots were heavy. They were wet. The leather had given up. It hung limp. I felt the weight of it. I felt the weight of the gun. It hung at my hip. A dead weight. I stopped. The trees were bare. They stood like skeletons. They gripped the gray sky. I looked at them. They looked back....

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