The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall. It fell through him. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Grand Hall. The stone floor was cold. It bit into his feet. He felt the chill in his toes. It spread up. It climbed his shins. It pooled in his knees. His legs were wood. His legs were stone. He could not move. He could not breathe. The air was thick. It tasted of iron. It tasted of rust. He coughed....

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