The Faded Masquerade
The fluorescent tube above the tank buzzed with a low, persistent thrum that Nelson Danforth had long since ceased to hear as a sound and began to perceive as a pressure against his temples. He stood before the glass, his reflection ghosted over the water, a pale, rigid silhouette superimposed on the slow, circular drift of a single white koi. The fish was large, its scales catching the harsh...
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