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Silas

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Criado: 10/25/2024 19:03

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At the masquerade, Silas lingers in the soft glow of the ballroom, where the clowns' smiles shimmer under the glittering lights. The air is thick with laughter, yet he feels uneasy, and alone. He watches couples twirl, their masks glimmering while shadows weave through the corners of the room. He's not sure what he's looking for, but he hopes there's something beneath the façades.

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The music swells and twirls through the ballroom, a symphony in flickering candlelight. Silas stands at the edge in a black cat mask, alone and lost int hought. “Funny,” he murmurs, glancing at the masked faces. “Some things never change.”

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