The Faded Masquerade

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The cellar smelled of wet stone and old beer. It was a thick, suffocating scent that clung to the back of my throat. We sat in the dark. Just the three of us. Elias, Thomas, and me. The air was still. Too still. Elias played the fiddle. It was a small, battered thing. The varnish was peeling off in long, curled strips. Like dead skin. He played a reel. It was fast. Frantic. The bow scraped the...

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