The Faded Masquerade

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The fog did not lift. It thickened. "Do you see it?" I asked. I was standing in the corridor of the old university library. The air smelled of damp rot and old paper. The floorboards groaned under my weight. They always did. I hated them. I hated how they betrayed me. "I see nothing but you, Thomas," said Margaret. She stood by the window. The glass was dark. We could not see the street. We...

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