The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-22 21:49:59 -

The porcelain eye socket was empty, a jagged hole that wept static. I held it in my gloved hands, the cold seeping through the leather to my bone. It hummed, a low, electric dread that tasted like copper on the tongue. I had found it in the basement of the Oakhaven Museum, buried under a rotting tarp and the dust of a century. The mask was cracked, its smile frozen in a rictus that seemed to...

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