The Faded Masquerade

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The bell rings. Not a school bell. Not a church bell. A deep, iron groan from the walls. It shakes the dust off the shelves. You freeze. Your hand goes to your side. To the empty space where the blade used to be. Or where it feels like it should be. "Morning, Elias." You look up. Margaret stands in the doorway. She holds two mugs. Steam curls from them. Thin. Fragile. Like smoke. "Morning," you...

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