The Faded Masquerade

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The paper was damp, the edges soft and crumbling, and the ink had bled into the fibers like a bruise spreading under skin. You held it against the cold glass of the train window, watching the landscape dissolve into a grey smear of hedgerows and mud, your thumb pressing hard against the wax seal that bore no crest, only a faint, circular indent where a signature should have been. It was a deed...

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