The Faded Masquerade

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The velvet was rotting from the inside out. I felt it against my skin, a cold, wet whisper that smelled of iron and old wine. We stood in the shadow of the chandelier, its crystals hanging like suspended tears, and I watched the King smile. It was a practiced smile, thin and sharp as a scalpel, designed to cut through the noise of the court and leave only the silence of obedience behind. Beside...

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