The Faded Masquerade
"You see it?" The voice was low. A rasp. Like dry leaves skittering over stone. Elias did not answer. He stood by the window. The glass was cold against his palm. Outside, the fog rolled in thick and grey. It swallowed the street. It swallowed the lamps. It swallowed the world. "You see it, Elias?" He turned. His brother stood in the shadows. Thomas. Thin. Pale. His eyes were wide. Too wide....
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