The Faded Masquerade

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The boy stood before the mirror. It was a tall thing, framed in dark oak, the wood warped by age and damp. He held a letter in his hand. The paper was thin. It smelled of ink and lavender. "Is it true?" he asked. The reflection did not answer. It only watched. The face in the glass was pale. The eyes were wide. They held a fear that the boy did not feel in his own chest. He read the letter...

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