The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 10:10:08 -

The ink was wet. It glistened on the parchment, a dark river cutting through the white void. He watched it dry. He waited for the words to fade. They did not. "Read it," the voice said. It was not a voice. It was a pressure in his teeth. A hum in the bone of his skull. He looked up. The room was not a room. It was a cathedral of glass and fog. The air tasted of copper and old rain. "Who am I?"...

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