The Faded Masquerade

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The soup was cold. It sat in a chipped blue bowl on the rickety table. Elias stirred it. The spoon clinked. He was a man of letters. He had spent forty years decoding dead tongues. Now he decoded the silence. The cabin was small. It sat in the Scottish Highlands. The rain lashed the glass. It was a relentless gray curtain. He looked at his hands. They shook. The tremor was worse today. The...

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