The Faded Masquerade

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The rain stopped. Silence fell. Heavy. Wet. Elara stood at the gate. She held her bag. It was light. Too light. Behind her, the mansion loomed. Stone. Gray. Cold eyes. She looked back once. Then she turned. The road stretched out. Endless. White. Her feet hurt. Blisters. Old ones. New ones. She walked. The world was small. Just her. And the mud. And the wind. She remembered the meeting. The...

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