The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 20:33:45 -

The train smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of my coat so deeply that I could no longer tell where the journey ended and the man began. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the carriage window, watching the industrial sprawl of Oakhaven bleed into the distance, the smokestacks standing like skeletal fingers against a bruised grey sky. I was...

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