The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-22 00:39:13 -

The silver cup sat on the table before me, catching the flickering candlelight in a way that made my eyes ache, its shadow stretching across the grain of the wood like a black vein of oil. I had not slept in three days, for the theft of this vessel had stolen more than my dignity; it had severed the tether that held my soul to my flesh, leaving me a hollow man walking through a world that felt...

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