The Faded Masquerade
The champagne in your glass has gone flat, a dull amber sludge that tastes of copper and regret, yet you drink it anyway because the ritual demands it. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist at the St. Jude’s Institute, and you are standing in the center of the Masquerade Gala, surrounded by the chaotic, wine-stained revelry of your colleagues. The air is thick with the scent of...
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