The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 21:51:27 -

The ink was already drying on the parchment when I heard the gate creak, a sound like a bone snapping under heavy weight. I did not look up. I was busy tracing the final flourish of a crest that no longer existed, a design I had invented for a house that had been wiped from the records three generations ago. The room smelled of linseed oil and old dust, a scent that had settled into my pores so...

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