The Faded Masquerade

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You wake with the taste of iron and old dust in your mouth, the air thick enough to chew, smelling of damp wool and the slow decay of wood that has forgotten how to hold its shape. It is a dream, or perhaps the memory of a dream that refused to die, where you are standing in the center of a room that no longer exists, holding a mask that fits your face so perfectly it feels less like an object...

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