The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 15:10:04 -

The glass shattered not with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, exhalation of fractured light that spilled across the floorboards of the sanctuary. I stood in the center of the ruin, my hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, violent effort of holding them still. The air was thick, charged with the ozone scent of broken tension and the metallic tang of old blood. Around me, the other...

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