The Faded Masquerade

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The glass cracked. Not shattered. Cracked. A single, jagged line running from rim to base. I watched it spread. Slowly. Like a vein. Like a scar. The sound was a whisper. A dry, brittle snap. My sister, Elara, did not look up. She held her cup. Her knuckles were white. The air in the tavern was thick. Stale. Smelling of woodsmoke and old sweat. We were in the Hollow. A place off the map. A...

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