The Faded Masquerade

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Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He sat up. The room was dark. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He looked at his hands. They were steady. They were old. He knew what he had to do. The mask was on the table. It was gold. It was cracked. He had been working on it for three days. His back ached. His eyes burned. He touched the edge of the crack. It was sharp....

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