The Faded Masquerade

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The dream did not begin with darkness, as dreams so often do, but with the blinding, aggressive white of a lantern flame held too close to the eye. Thomas Ashworth found himself standing in a corridor that stretched into infinity, the floor paved with tiles that hummed beneath his boots like a plucked string. He was twelve years old, though his body felt older, heavier, burdened by the weight...

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