The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 23:42:20 -

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, humid presence that soaked into the marrow of my bones and turned the cobblestones of the alleyway into slick, black mirrors that reflected nothing but the gray, indifferent sky above. I stood alone, my hands bound by ropes that had long since lost their sting but retained their memory of pain, watching the fog roll in from the harbor, a...

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