The Faded Masquerade

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The hall was a cavern of glass and gold, a suspended dream where the air itself tasted of ozone and old blood, the chandeliers hanging not by chains but by thick, pulsating veins of light that throbbed in a rhythm too slow for a human heart yet too fast for the turning of the earth, and in the center of this impossible rotunda stood Julian, a boy of twelve with hands that had begun to peel away...

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