The Faded Masquerade

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The bell tolls thirteen times, a sound that does not belong to any hour you have ever known, and in that shattering, resonant grief, the floorboards of the infirmary groan beneath your knees as you sit in the corner, your hands bound by ropes of woven straw that have long since worn into the flesh, leaving behind white, weeping welts that pulse with the rhythm of a heart you are no longer...

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