The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 19:27:26 -

The wind screamed. It tore at the canvas. It snapped the mooring lines. Marcus held on. His fingers bled. The rope cut deep. He did not let go. The boat was a cage. It rocked violently. The sea was black. The sky was a bruised purple. He was the captain. Or so they said. The office was above. A glass box. A tomb of light. Marcus stood there. He adjusted his tie. The knot was tight. It choked...

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