The Faded Masquerade

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The dream always ends the same way: the stone path beneath your feet does not crumble, but shatters, like glass under a hammer, revealing a void of absolute blackness that swallows your ankles before you can scream. You wake in the small, rented room in Oakhaven, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. It is the eve of...

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