The Faded Masquerade

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The bell tolled. It was a heavy, bronze sound that hung in the air like a bruise. The hall was warm. Candles dripped. The smell of roasted pork and old wax filled the room. Everyone was dressed in velvet. The fabric was thick. It scratched. It chafed. It trapped the heat. Elias stood by the pillar. He did not dance. He watched. His hands were still. They were pale. They looked like roots of a...

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