The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the Hall of Mirrors did not smell of perfume or stale wine, as one might expect in a place dedicated to vanity and deception, but rather of ozone and wet stone, a sharp, metallic tang that clung to the back of my throat and settled deep in my lungs like fine silt. I stood at the center of the vast, circular room, my boots sinking slightly into the polished obsidian floor, which...

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