The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 00:24:30 -

The rain had stopped, but the air still held the weight of the sky. It hung over the estate, a thick, grey wool blanket that muffled the world. I stood at the end of the gravel drive, my boots sinking into the wet earth. The house loomed ahead, dark and breathing. It was a place of stone and silence, of corridors that stretched like veins through a body long dead. I was not supposed to be here....

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