The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 06:30:30 -

The ash fell like snow, but it burned. It was a heavy, soot-stickling dust that coated the tongue with the taste of iron and old coal, and as I stood there in the ruins of the mill town, watching the sky turn a bruised purple against the backdrop of the churning, industrial clouds, I knew with a certainty that felt like a physical blow to the chest that the world I had sworn to protect was...

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