The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell on the cobblestones. It was a cold, grey weeping. Elias stood at the gate. He held his sword. The steel was dull. It had not been sharpened in a week. He watched the coach leave. Dust swirled. The sound faded. Silence returned. He was old. His knees ached. The pain was a constant guest. It sat in his joints. It whispered in the wind. Elias was a knight. Or he had been. Now he was...

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