The Faded Masquerade

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The mask was cracked. A thin line ran from the left eye to the chin, like a vein of quartz in dark stone. I held it in my gloved hands. The leather creaked. It was heavy. Heavier than it looked. My father had bought it at a fair in London. He said it was from Venice. He said it was old. He was wrong about the age. He was right about the weight. I stood in the hallway of the house. The...

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