The Faded Masquerade

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The sky did not fall; it dissolved, the firmament unraveling into a tapestry of bruised purples and bleeding ochres that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar. Caelen stood at the edge of the precipice, his breath hitching in a chest that felt less like a vessel of bone and blood and more like a hollow drum awaiting the final, deafening blow. Below him lay the city of Orem, a sprawling industrial...

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