The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the sky, a heavy, grey hand smothering the village of Oakhaven in a silence that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. I stood in the center of the town square, the cobblestones slick and black beneath my boots, holding the lantern that had been my father’s, and his father’s before him, a glass bulb of hand-blown amber that...

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