The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 11:11:45 -

The rain hits the slate. It sounds like bones breaking. You stand in the corridor. The air is cold. It smells of wet wool and old iron. Your hand rests on the hilt of your sword. The leather is slick. You do not know why you are here. You remember a name. Silas. You remember a face. Your own. The hall is vast. Chandeliers drip with dust. The power is not in the gold. It is in the silence. The...

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