The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-17 12:07:30 -

You are sitting in the dark of the holding cell, the air thick with the smell of stale sweat and the metallic tang of old blood that seems to seep from the very grime of the concrete walls, and you are waiting for the sound of the key that you know is coming, that has been coming for three days, and in the silence you can feel the weight of the uniform you no longer wear, not as fabric on your...

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