The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 02:54:44 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the streets of the old district into mirrors of slate and rust. I sat in my office, a room that smelled of damp wool and stale tobacco, waiting for the phone to ring. It was a quiet kind of waiting, the sort that settles into the bones like a chill. Outside, the city hummed with its usual indifference, cars splashing...

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