The Faded Masquerade

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The glass shattered. Not broke. Shattered. A thousand pieces. Scattered across the floor. I stood there. Staring. My hands were empty. The vial was gone. The liquid was gone. The proof was gone. We were in the archive. Deep down. Level four. The air tasted of dust. And old paper. And rot. I looked at the hole in the wall. A jagged mouth. Black. Cold. Silence. Then, a sound. A scrape. A drag. I...

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