The Faded Masquerade

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The iron gate of the Bastille did not creak so much as it groaned, a low, tectonic rumble that vibrated through the soles of my boots and settled heavy in the marrow of my shin, a sound that seemed to emanate not from the rusted hinges but from the earth itself, trembling with the accumulated weight of centuries of unspoken horrors. I stood before it, my hand resting on the pommel of a sword...

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