The Faded Masquerade

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The ink is still wet on your fingers when you see him. He stands at the center of the rotunda, bathed in the cold, blue light of the gas lamps, looking as if he has stepped out of a dream that refuses to end. He is holding a card. A single, rectangular slip of cream-colored paper. It is the only clean thing in this room of dust and decay. You know what it means. You have spent three years...

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