The Faded Masquerade

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"You’re bleeding again, Juan." The words hung in the damp air of the archive, where the unfiled boxes stacked like the bones of a drowned city. I looked down at my hands, the chipped obsidian mask fused to my face, the stone cold and heavy as a debt I could not pay. Outside, the monsoon burst turned the streets of the plateau into rivers of mud and rust, the water rising against the foundation...

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