The Faded Masquerade

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The smell of roasted pheasant and burnt sugar hung heavy in the air of the Grand Masquerade, a cloying sweetness that did nothing to mask the underlying scent of old stone and damp earth. I stood in the shadows of the kitchen corridor, my apron stained with grease, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the desperate, hollow ache in my chest that had driven me here from the mist-shrouded...

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