The Faded Masquerade

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The glass was already cracked. Elias stared at the fissure. It ran from the base to the apex like a vein of white lightning. He touched it. Cold. Hard. "You see it?" he asked. His voice was low. A rasp. Across the hall, Silas did not look up. He was polishing a silver goblet. The cloth moved in slow, circular arcs. "I see much," Silas said. "I see the dust on your shoulders. I see the fear in...

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