The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 06:15:04 -

The mist clung to the stone floor. It breathed. It smelled of wet ash and old blood. Elara stood still. The shadows moved. They were not shadows. They were eyes. Thousands of them. Watching. Waiting. The air was thick. Heavy. It pressed against her lungs. She could not breathe. She could not run. The walls wept. Cold water. Dark water. It ran down the rough-hewn rock. It pooled at her feet....

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