The Faded Masquerade

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The feast was a symphony of grease and gold, a cacophony of clinking silver and the low, humid murmur of men who had forgotten their own names in the heat of the banquet hall. I sat at the far end of the long table, a place of shadow and silence, holding in my left hand a small, leather-bound book that had once been my father’s, its cover now cracked and darkened like old blood, its pages soft...

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