The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell hard. It hammered the tin roof. It sounded like bullets. Elias sat in the dark. He held the mask. It was old. The plaster was cracked. The paint was peeling. It looked like a face that had been screaming for a hundred years. He rubbed his thumb over the left eye. A flake of white paint came off. It stuck to his skin. It felt cold. "Put it down," the voice said. It came from the...

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