The Faded Masquerade

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I woke with the taste of iron and old dust in my mouth, the air thick with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool, my body heavy as if I had been dragged through a field of wet clay by invisible hands. The room was dim, lit only by the grey light of a London morning filtering through grime-streaked windows, and I knew, with a clarity that felt like a physical blow, that I was in the cellar of...

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