The Faded Masquerade

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The dream had no floor. It was a void of pale, shifting light, like the interior of a cloud. Elias stood there, suspended in the air, his boots hovering an inch above nothingness. He wore his dress blues, the fabric crisp and starched, but the insignia on his collar had dissolved into a smear of grey dust. He looked down. His hands were steady. They were always steady. That was the problem. He...

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