The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 17:56:47 -

The blood on your hands is not yours, but the iron taste in your mouth is so sharp it feels as though you are chewing on the rusty hinges of your own soul, a sensation that has become so intimate, so woven into the very fabric of your existence, that you can no longer distinguish the pain of the cut from the pain of the memory, and this is the war you have been fighting for thirty years, not...

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