The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the ballroom smells of damp wool and crushed lavender, a scent so thick it coats the back of your throat and settles in the hollows of your ears, where it vibrates with a low, persistent hum that feels less like sound and more like the pressure of deep water. You stand near the edge of the floor, your hand resting on the cool velvet of the wall, watching the dancers move in their...

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