The Faded Masquerade

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The ink on the parchment did not merely dry; it calcified, turning into a brittle, black lattice that cracked under the faintest tremor of my breath. I sat in the high gallery of the Hall of Whispers, a structure that defied the geometry of the physical world, where the pillars were carved from solidified twilight and the floor was a mirror of obsidian reflecting a sky that had no stars. Below...

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