The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-22 19:51:54 -

The dream had the texture of wet wool, heavy and suffocating, pressing against my lungs until I gasped awake in the damp straw of my cell. Elara was there, standing in the corner, but her face was hidden behind a mask of rotting carnival paper, the features melting into the darkness like wax in a fire. I reached for her, my hand grasping at the air, and the phantom sensation of her skin against...

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