The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 06:57:12 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. A suspended grey curtain, heavy with the weight of unspoken things, wrapped around the precinct like a shroud. Inside, the air was stale, recycled, and thick with the scent of burnt coffee and old fear. Silas Vance sat alone in the interview room. The metal table was cold. His hands, wrapped in white gauze, rested on the surface. The red stains had dried. They...

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