The Faded Masquerade

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The bell rang. Three times. The sound was a nail driven through the skull of the town. Silence followed. Thick. Wet. Then the doors opened. Silas stood in the center of the hall. He held a mask. It was white. Porcelain. Cracked down the middle. He had made it. His hands were stained with the dust of clay. The dust of bone. He had worked for three days. No sleep. No food. Only the wheel. Only...

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