The Faded Masquerade

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The water was black and thick as tar, pressing against my face. I knew the weight of it before I knew the taste, the cold seeping into my lungs like a promise kept too late. I woke with a gasp, the sheets twisted around my legs, the air in the bedroom stale and heavy with the scent of damp wood. For forty-two years, I have dreamed of my father’s drowning, a loop of water and silence that never...

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