The Faded Masquerade

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The road is dust. It is dry bone dust. You walk it. Your boots crack against the hardpan. The sun is a white eye that does not blink. You carry a satchel. It is heavy. Inside is a single sheet of parchment. The ink is dry. The letters are black. They are small. They are precise. You know what they say. You have read them until the words lost their shape. You read them until they were only...

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