The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 23:58:10 -

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the precinct house, blurring the neon bleed of the city into a watercolor smear of sickly pink and bruised purple. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of stale coffee, wet wool, and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the pores of everyone who walked through those heavy oak...

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