The Faded Masquerade

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The bell in the tower of Ashworth did not ring. It screamed. The sound was a physical thing, a shard of iron noise that split the air above the valley. It shattered the quiet of the dawn. It broke the sleep of the dead. It pierced the skin of the living. Eleanor heard it. She was in the cellar. She was digging. Her hands were caked in black earth. Her fingernails were torn. Blood seeped from...

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