The Faded Masquerade

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The hand trembled. It shook against the oak table. A fine, silver ring sat loose on the finger. The clock ticked. It was loud. It was slow. The room was dark. The candles burned low. They hissed. They spat. The air smelled of wax. It smelled of dust. It smelled of old paper. Thomas sat. He was still. He was pale. His eyes were wide. He saw the letter. He did not touch it. He knew what it said....

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