The Faded Masquerade

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The mortar was grey. It was always grey. It smelled of dust and old iron. Elias mixed it in the cellar. The bowl was clay. It was cracked. He held it tight. His hands shook. Not from cold. The cellar was warm. It was from fear. He was the King’s Baker. He had been for ten years. Ten years of flour. Ten years of heat. The palace was a beast. It ate bread. It ate people. It did not digest. It...

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