The Faded Masquerade
The collapse of the world did not come with thunder or fire, but with the quiet, sickening thud of a heavy oak table leg striking the floorboards of the dining room, followed immediately by the shattering of the crystal decanter that had held our finest port for three decades. I stood there, frozen in the center of the chaos, my hands still outstretched as if I had been trying to catch a...
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