The Faded Masquerade

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The door did not creak. It held its breath. Inside, the air was thick. Heavy. It pressed against the skin. A damp, rotting scent. Like old wood. Like wet wool. Like the inside of a grave. Elias stood in the center. His back was to the wall. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. A deep, bone-chilling fear. He was not alone. The room was full. Bodies. Shaped like people. But wrong. Their...

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