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“In the teeth of the plague, the world slowed to the pace of a dying heart. In that murky haze of delusional disbelief, it rippled all around like the face of deformity. Like plastic gods caught in the flames, the pillars of sense and reason melted down to the sickly ichor of a fading epoch. By the plague’s hand, all true faces were unveiled, all souls laid bare to the bone.“

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