The Faded Masquerade

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The lanterns of Harrowgate were not made of glass, nor were they fueled by oil, but by the distilled breath of those who had forgotten how to speak, a pale and trembling light that cast long, skeletal shadows across the cobblestones of the market square. It was the season of the Long Silence, a time when the town’s rigid hierarchy demanded absolute stillness, and the air grew thick with the...

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