The Faded Masquerade

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The fever had a taste. It was copper and dust, sticking to the back of Elias’s throat. He sat on the edge of the cot, his hands trembling. The room was cold. Outside, the wind howled against the brickwork of the mill. It was a sound like a living thing screaming. Elias looked at the jar on the table. It was glass. Thick, green glass. Inside, something white moved. It was the medicine. The last...

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