The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 05:27:25 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray drizzle that soaked into the bones of the city and turned the cobblestones of the old district into slick, reflective pools where the neon signs of the bakery reflected with a sickly, bruised light. I sat in the back of the shop, surrounded by the heavy, yeasty scent of rising dough and the sharp, metallic tang of the sugar I had been...

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