The Faded Masquerade

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The Great Hall of Aethelgard did not exist on any map. It hung suspended in a void of grey mist, a cathedral of stone and starlight that defied the pull of the earth below. The air tasted of ozone and old parchment. Here, the Masquerade was eternal. It had no date. It had no season. Only the dance. Elian stood at the edge of the marble floor. He was old. His joints ached with a cold that seeped...

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