The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-21 22:29:53 -

The glass is cold. You hold it in your right hand. It is heavy. It is clear. It is not what it seems. You are in the hall. The walls breathe. The air tastes of iron and old roses. You are alone. For now. The mask sits on the table. It is porcelain. White. Smooth. It has no eyes. It has no mouth. It is a face without a face. You look at it. It does not look back. This is the first lie. You think...

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