The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 18:50:01 -

The fog did not roll in; it seeped up from the floorboards of the Grand Atrium, a cold, gray breath that tasted of iron and old paper. You stood at the edge of the carpet, a rectangle of deep crimson that had long since faded to the color of dried blood, and you watched the others move. They were a chorus of whispers, their voices thinning out into the damp air, rising in pitch until they...

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