The Faded Masquerade

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The bell rang. It was the third strike of the hour, a sound that tasted of iron and rust. Elias stood by the window. He watched the rain. It fell in sheets. Grey. Cold. Unending. He was a man of sixty winters. His hands shook. Not from fear. From the cold. Or perhaps from the weight of the years. He turned. The room was small. Stone walls. A single brazier. The fire cracked. It danced. It...

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