The Faded Masquerade

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"You will sign the warrant," said Judge Halloway. His voice was dry. Like dust on an old book. "The law is clear. My brother is guilty. You must sign." I looked at the pen. It was brass. Cold. I held it for a long time. The room was quiet. The air smelled of stale tobacco and rain. Outside, the fog rolled in from the moors. It swallowed the streetlights. It swallowed the world. "My brother," I...

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