The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 05:02:56 -

The rain hit the roof like gravel. I counted the drops. One. Two. Three. The sound was a drumbeat. It was a warning. I stood in the center of the room. The air was thick. It smelled of wet wool and iron. I wore the coat. It was red. It was old. The fabric was stiff. It did not move. It did not breathe. It was a shell. The door opened. Wind rushed in. It carried the scent of snow. It carried the...

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