The Faded Masquerade

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The train slowed. Dust kicked up against the glass. The air smelled of coal and wet wool. Elias watched the hills roll by. They were gray. They were silent. He adjusted his collar. It was tight. It choked him. He carried a box. It was heavy. It hummed. The sound was low. A vibration in the bone. He did not look at it. He looked at his hands. They were still. They were cold. The conductor...

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