The Faded Masquerade

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The rain hammered the slate roof of the old chapel. It was a sound like gravel thrown against glass. Elias stood in the nave. He held a lantern. The flame sputtered in the draft. He was not a priest. He was a clerk. A man of ledgers and ink stains. But he was alone. And the night was loud. The building was dying. That was the truth. The stone was soft. The wood was black with rot. The town had...

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