The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 21:21:12 -

The hall smelled of beeswax and old dust. A thousand faces watched. They wore masks. Silk. Porcelain. Gold leaf. Silas stood in the center. He was the Guard. His armor was polished steel. It reflected the chandelier. The light was sharp. It cut his face. He did not blink. He held his spear. The tip touched the floor. A low hum rose. The guests whispered. They wanted to see him break. They...

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