The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 07:23:27 -

The great hall of Blackwood Manor smelled of roasted pheasant and old blood. It was a scent that settled into the pores, heavy and sweet, like the perfume of a flower left too long in a vase. Eleanor stood at the edge of the long table, her fingers trembling around the silver goblet in her hand. The feast was in full swing, a cacophony of clinking crystal and low, murmured prayers that echoed...

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