The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 22:11:05 -

The fog rolled in from the river. Thick. White. Suffocating. It swallowed the streetlamps. It swallowed the shop windows. It swallowed us. I tightened my grip on the revolver. My hand shook. Not from fear. From cold. From the weight of the gun. Heavy iron. Cold steel. "Stay behind me," I said. My voice was a scrape. Dry. "Is it out there?" Eleanor asked. She was trembling. Her fingers were...

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