The Faded Masquerade

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The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a rhythmic, skeletal sound that matched the hollow ache in my stomach. I sat alone in the back, clutching my leather satchel to my chest, feeling the weight of the vials inside. Inside, the spirits swirled like trapped moths, their luminescence pulsing against the dark glass. I was tired. Not the bone-deep fatigue of sleeplessness, but a...

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