The Faded Masquerade

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The vial sat in your palm, cold glass sweating against your skin, a small cylinder of clear liquid that looked exactly like water but tasted of nothing, which was the whole point of the thing. You turned it over, watching the light catch the condensation, and then you looked up at the locker door, the steel handle worn smooth by ten thousand hands, each one belonging to an agent who believed...

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