The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-17 11:15:06 -

The ink was wet. It bled into the parchment like a bruise forming under skin. I held the quill steady, my hand trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the word I had just written. *Guilty.* "Read it again," the Voice said. It did not come from the room. It came from the air itself, a pressure against my eardrums. "Read it, Thomas." I looked up. The room was a cathedral of shadows....

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