The Faded Masquerade

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The feast was a riot of light and noise, a chaotic symphony of clinking glass and strained laughter that echoed off the vaulted stone ceilings of the Hall of Whispers. Here, in this liminal space suspended between the centuries, time did not tick; it pooled like spilled wine, dark and viscous, soaking into the tapestries that hung heavy with the dust of forgotten ages. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat...

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