The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One Who pays for the weight of a soul that refuses to stay buried? Milena Georgiev woke with the taste of rust in her mouth, a metallic tang that clung to the back of her teeth like dried blood. The light in the barracks was the pale, sickly yellow of a fluorescent tube that had been burning for years without replacement, flickering in time with the distant hum of the generator. She sat...
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