The Faded Masquerade
The bell tolled seven times before the first body fell. It was a heavy sound. It hung in the air of the great hall. Then the ceiling cracked. Dust rained down. The chandeliers swung. Thomas stood by the pillar. He watched the stone shatter. He did not run. He had seen war before. He knew the sound of things breaking. He knew the weight of stone. His left hand hung at his side. It was stiff. It...
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