The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-22 21:23:42 -

The rain against the windowpane was not the only sound in the room; there was the wet, rhythmic rasp of Clara’s breathing, a sound that had become the metronome of my life for the last three months. I sat at my desk, the leather chair creaking under the weight of my exhaustion, and stared at the single sheet of paper pinned to the blotter, its edges curling in the damp air of the office. It was...

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