The Faded Masquerade

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Can a woman who has forgotten how to grieve ever truly be fired? Karin Richter woke with the taste of rotting lilies on her tongue. The dream was always the same: a masquerade ball where the masks were peeling away to reveal faces made of wet, black sludge. She sat up in the narrow bed of the postal rider’s quarters, the dry wind outside cracking the clay walls of the loess cliffs. It was the...

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