The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 12:19:44 -

The ballroom smells of wax and old blood. You are standing in the center of it. Your boots are heavy. They are the only solid things left to you. The chandeliers above are glass teeth, biting into the dark. They do not light up. No one asks why. The air is thick. It presses against your lungs. You breathe it in. It tastes of iron. It tastes of fear. Your uniform is torn. The brass buttons are...

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