The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised sky, a heavy, wet sigh that pressed against the leaded glass of the conservatory until the panes groaned under the weight of the storm. I stood in the center of the room, my fingers splayed on the back of a velvet chair, feeling the fabric’s texture dissolve into the damp air, my mind a chaotic tangle of equations and memories that...

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