The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 07:15:13 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless rhythm against the slate roof of the manor, a sound that had become the background noise of my existence. I sat by the fire, watching the flames lick at the damp wood. The heat did not reach me. I felt a cold that settled in the bones, a chill that no hearth could banish. Lord Ashworth stood by the window. He did not turn. He did...

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