The Faded Masquerade

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The bell did not ring. It shattered. A sound like tearing silk split the air above the town square. The great bronze tongue of St. Jude’s hung suspended by a single, fraying chain. Below it, the cobblestones were slick with a rain that smelled of copper and old dust. Elias stood in the shadow of the archway. His hands were empty. His heart was a stone in his throat. He had come to break it. For...

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