The Faded Masquerade

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The fog rolls in from the harbor, thick and grey as wool. It eats the light. You wake on the floor of the cellar. The air tastes of rust and damp stone. Your head throbs. A dull, rhythmic ache behind your eyes. You push yourself up. Your hands scrape against the cold concrete. The sound is sharp. It echoes. You are in the basement of the old textile mill. The one by the river. The one they shut...

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