The Faded Masquerade

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I awoke in a room that smelled of ozone and wet wool, the air thick with a static charge that made the hair on my forearms stand rigid against my skin. The walls were not stone, nor wood, but a shimmering, translucent membrane that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic bioluminescence, like the heartbeat of some vast, unseen leviathan. I sat up, my joints creaking with a stiffness that felt ancient,...

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