The Faded Masquerade

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The silk of your evening coat clings to your shoulders like a second skin, heavy with the scent of lavender and old wax, a fabric so fine it feels less like cloth and more like a whispered secret held against the pulse of your neck. You stand before the tall, arched mirrors of the master chamber, the glass slightly clouded by the humidity of the autumn night, and you adjust the clasp at your...

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