The Faded Masquerade

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The bell rang. It hung in the center of the hall, a sphere of tarnished silver that had never known rust. It did not chime. It hummed. A low, thrumming vibration that settled in the teeth and the bones. Elias stood before it. His hands were stained with soot and iron filings. He was a smith in a land that had forgotten fire. The crowd watched. They stood in a perfect circle, their faces pale as...

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