The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-17 11:04:45 -

The frost had settled on the glass with a silence so profound it felt like a held breath. I watched it form, intricate and cold, while my father sat in the high-backed chair by the hearth, his hands resting on the arms as if they were too heavy to lift. We were alone in the library, the only room in the estate where the air did not taste of sickness. Outside, the wind scraped against the...

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