The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had stopped. The mud on the road was slick and black. Elias packed his bag. He checked the leather binding of his notes. He looked at the window. The glass was fogged with cold breath. "You are leaving?" The voice came from the corner. It was low. It was rough. Elias did not turn around. He knew the voice. He knew the weight of the silence in the room. "I am going back," Elias said....

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