The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 16:20:23 -

The rain came down like a verdict, thick and cold against the cobblestones of the old city, washing the dust from the eyes of the statues that lined the market square. You stood there, under the awning of the closed apothecary, watching the water pool and overflow the gutters, your boots soaking through as the evening deepened into a bruised purple dusk. The air smelled of wet stone and rotting...

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