The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 15:10:25 -

The air in the hall of St. Jude’s smelled of burnt tallow and old wool. It was the Harvest Fair, the one night a year the town of Oakhaven allowed its ghosts to walk among the living. Lanterns swayed from the rafters, casting long, trembling shadows that stretched across the polished floorboards like grasping fingers. Everyone wore masks. Silk, leather, papier-mâché. The eyes behind them were...

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