The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 13:15:57 -

The mask sat on the desk. It was cracked down the center. A hairline fracture ran from the left eye socket to the chin. Elias stared at it. He had not moved in an hour. The dust motes danced in the shaft of light. They were the only living things in the room. Elias was a soldier. Or he had been. The uniform hung in the closet. It smelled of mothballs and old sweat. He wore a shirt now. A...

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