The Faded Masquerade

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The iron gate screamed as I forced it open, the sound sharp against the gray afternoon. My palm split on the rusted bar, blood welling in the creases of my skin. I did not wipe it away. I pressed the wound to the cold iron, waiting for the house to speak. The wind shifted, carrying the metallic tang of old blood and wet stone. I was thirty-two, and I had spent the last three years trying to...

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