The Faded Masquerade

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The banquet hall was a cavern of cold light and polished stone, a sealed tomb where the air tasted of ozone and stale lavender, and you stood at the center of it, the weight of your own history pressing down on your shoulders like a physical mantle of lead. You are the Sentinel, the last of the old guard, and the room is filled with the new architecture of power, men and women in suits that fit...

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