The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-17 14:25:24 -

The rain has been falling on the eaves of the old house for three days, a steady, rhythmic drumming that seems to have seeped into the very marrow of your bones, turning the air inside thick and heavy with the scent of wet stone and decaying wood. You stand in the center of the grand hall, the floorboards beneath your feet creaking in a low, mournful groan that feels less like a sound and more...

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