The Faded Masquerade

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The hall was a mouth of stone and glass, vast and hollow. We had gathered there to eat. To drink. To watch the fire eat the wood. It was a feast for the dead, or perhaps for the living who had forgotten how to die. I sat at the edge. My hands were steady. They had always been steady. That was the trick of my trade. To keep the hands still while the world shook. The air smelled of roasting meat...

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