The Faded Masquerade

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He dreamed of the hanging, as he had dreamed of it every spring for thirty-three years, but this time there was a difference in the quality of the light that fell across the courthouse lawn, a thin and graveyard light that seemed to come from no direction he could name, and in the dream he stood not among the pressed bodies of the crowd but on the scaffold itself, holding the rope in his bare...

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