The Faded Masquerade

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I. What is a face, when the glass is broken? I asked this to the dust, but the dust only settled in the cracks of the atrium floor. The artillery had stopped three hours ago, leaving the silence louder than the shelling. I am Rosario Cabrera, forty-two, and I am not the man who lived in this house. That man was a scholar, a keeper of dates and dead languages. I am the man who bled on the stone...

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