The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 06:09:08 -

The sword shatters. You do not mean for it to. It hits the obsidian floor. Glass. Not steel. The shards fly. They cut your hand. A thin line of red. You look down. The pieces are everywhere. Small triangles. Jagged teeth. The hall is silent. The King’s eyes are wide. The courtiers lean back. You are still holding the hilt. The wood is dark. The grip is slick. Your blood drips onto the stone....

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