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This is a short story. You might think it seems somewhat like a ski lodge, but it will only have one installment. It is being posted on CaC so more people might join who would probably not otherwise. Another thing to note: it is going to be a little creepy...
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On the sixth of April, in the twelvemonth known as two-thousand-seventeen, you are engaging yourself in a fine work of literature when a missive on fine letter-paper flutters out of the pages.
"What could this be?" you ask youself, and begin to read:
My Dear Sir/Madam,
You are cordially invited to a masquerade ball at eight-o-clock in the second half of the day on Friday, April the Seventh, Two-Thousand-Seventeen. Please RSVP with your name and what mask you intend to wear. Companions are welcome.
Sincerely,
Miss Cordelia Winslow
submitted by Usher
(April 6, 2017 - 10:02 am)
(April 6, 2017 - 10:02 am)
Can I post late?
Name: Killim
Mask: A black mask with black faux swan feathers and black sequins. It has a golden drop in the middle, kind of like a jewel. It's mysterious looking, and the dress to match it is also gold and black, and it comes with a cape when you are outside traveling to the ball.
(April 16, 2017 - 3:16 pm)
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