The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 06:00:33 -

The ice on the reservoir shattered before the sun had fully cleared the ridge, a sound like a giant breaking its own back in the dark, and I stood on the bank of the old estate, watching the shards drift away from the source. It was a Tuesday, cold enough to make the breath leave the lungs in small, white ghosts, and the air smelled of wet stone and the faint, metallic tang of ozone that always...

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