The Faded Masquerade

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The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A sound of twisted metal and snapping ropes. The roof of the town hall groaned. Dust fell. It coated the floor. It coated the men. It coated the masks. Caleb stood in the center of the room. He held his baton. It was heavy. It was wood. It was old. The varnish was peeling. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Not from fear. From cold. The air...

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