The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 10:04:08 -

The porcelain mask sat on the workbench, its left eye socket empty, the right eye staring with a glassy, unblinking indifference. You held it with a pair of brass tweezers, your fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the moment. The room smelled of ozone and old varnish, the scent of a city that had forgotten how to sleep. Outside, the rain lashed against the...

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