The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 06:24:21 -

The dream did not wake me, for I had not been asleep. It simply arrived, a shift in the atmospheric pressure that turned the air in my lungs to something thick and viscous, tasting of copper and old dust. I was standing in a corridor that stretched into an infinite, pale gray mist, the floor beneath my boots paved with tiles that wept a slow, black condensation. I was wearing the uniform of the...

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