The Faded Masquerade

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The rain hammered the slate roof of the guardhouse. Elias wiped his face. The water stung. He held his left hand up. The fingers were stiff. They did not move. He had carried this hand for forty years. It was a tool. It was a key. It was the only thing he trusted. Now it was a stone. He stood before the gate. The iron bars were slick with wet. Beyond them, the city slept under a shroud of grey...

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