The Faded Masquerade
Can a man be erased before he dies? Act I‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌‌​‍‌⁠‍‍‌⁠‌‍‌⁠​‍‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠‍​​‍‍⁠‍‌‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​⁠‌⁠‍‌‍‍‍​‍⁠‌‌⁠‍‍ Edna Muncy stood in the lobby of the Magistrate’s court, the humidity of the Sydney winter clinging to her wool coat like a second skin. The air was thick, ruined, smelling of damp plaster and the stale tobacco smoke that the city still allowed in its public halls. She held the...
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