The Faded Masquerade

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The torches burned low. The hall smelled of tallow and old sweat. Elias stood at the edge of the dance floor. He watched the couples spin. They moved in circles. Tight. Inescapable. His companion stood beside him. Julian. Tall. Still. Julian held a cup of wine. He did not drink. He only watched. His eyes were dark. Deep. Like a well without a bottom. Elias felt a chill. It started at his spine....

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