The Faded Masquerade

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Act I The valley of Kalinga wakes before the sun, a grey throat of mist swallowing the marble-cut hills that rise like broken teeth from the backwaters, where the bronze-casting clan hammers out their livelihoods in the damp heat while the ferryman polishes his oars and the doctor at the edge of burnout sorts his prescriptions by the light of a tallow candle. It is the third year of my exile...

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