The Faded Masquerade

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The fog rolled in at dawn. It swallowed the moor. It swallowed the gate. It swallowed the world. Elias stood at the window. He held his pipe. The tobacco was damp. He did not light it. He watched the grey wall outside. It pressed against the glass. It pressed against the stones. The Abbey was old. It was built of bone and stone. It stood on the cliff. The sea was below. The sea was black. The...

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