The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 16:28:50 -

You dream of the hall. It is always the hall. The chandelier hangs by a single, frayed wire, swaying in a wind that does not exist. The floorboards groan under the weight of invisible dancers. You know the name of the man standing in the corner. You know the sound of his voice, low and dry as autumn leaves scraping against pavement. You know that you have betrayed him. Or perhaps he has...

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