The Faded Masquerade
The rain taps the glass. It is a steady, hollow sound. You stand in the center of the room. The house is old. The walls breathe. They shift in the dark. You are here because you must be. You are here because the debt is due. The house remembers. It knows your name. It knows your face. It has always known. You look at the mirror. It is tall. It is dark. The glass is cracked. A spiderweb of...
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