The Faded Masquerade
The phone in your hand is dead, the battery drained three hours ago on the highway, leaving you with only the memory of the last voice, flat and bureaucratic. "The assets are frozen, Ms. Vane. The mask is claimed as a forgery by the estate. If you do not surrender the vehicle and the item to our agents at the Reno depot, we will file for immediate seizure." You hang up, or rather, you stop...
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