The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was not merely black, but a void that drank the light from the single gas lamp in the corner of the cell. It sat on a stone ledge, a small bottle of obsidian glass, its surface unmarred by time or touch. Elias stood before it, his shadow long and thin against the damp brickwork, a figure of hollow eyes and tattered coat. He was not a man, not truly. For a century, he had been a whisper...

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