The Faded Masquerade

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The glass shattered not with a crash, but with a sigh, a long, thin exhalation of light that scattered across the polished mahogany of the Grand Hall. Silas Vane stood in the center of the room, his hand still raised as if he had struck the air, holding the remnants of a mask that was no longer there. The mask had been porcelain, white as bone, painted with a smile that never reached the eyes....

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