The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 04:21:28 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the line between the road and the sky. Arthur Pendelton walked with his head down, his shoulders hunched against a cold that seemed to have seeped into his very bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the hollow ache in his stomach. He was a man of routine, a...

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