The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 02:10:20 -

The hall smells of roasted pheasant and stale wine, a thick, cloying sweetness that sits heavy on the tongue and clings to the throat like a bad omen. You are standing near the fireplace, your hand resting on the cold iron grate, feeling the heat pulse against your palm in a rhythm that does not match the frantic, staccato tempo of the violins playing above. You are not supposed to be here. You...

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