The Faded Masquerade

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The count was always the first thing, a rhythmic tapping of the pencil against the ledger page, a sound that measured out the seconds of my life in increments of twopenny pieces. I had counted forty-two years of such moments, each one a small death of the self in favor of the debt, and on this particular morning in the soot-choked air of Oakhaven, the tally was coming up short by exactly three...

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