The Faded Masquerade

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The frost bites at your fingers. You flex them. The skin is tight, cold, and unyielding. This is the first thing you know. The cold is a constant. The cold is a fact. You stand in the center of the hall. The room is vast. It is a cathedral of wood and stone. The ceiling is lost in shadow. The walls are thick. They hold the wind at bay. They hold the past in place. You are the only one awake. Or...

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