The Faded Masquerade

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The bread was dense, a brick of yeast and sorrow that Elias had spent the last six hours trying to keep from molding. He sat in the corner of the cellar, his back pressed against the cold stone, the loaf resting in his lap like a sleeping child. The air smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of the river water that seeped through the floorboards. Outside, the city of Ashworth was waking up,...

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