The Faded Masquerade

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The room was warm. It smelled of dust and old varnish. Candles flickered. Shadows danced. The air was thick. It pressed against the skin. Thomas stood by the door. He watched. He did not move. His hands hung at his sides. They were still. They were quiet. Across the hall, the dancers moved. They turned. They swirled. The music was loud. It was a grinding sound. A mechanical drone. The...

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