The Faded Masquerade

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The bell rang. It was a dull, heavy sound. Like a stone dropped in a well. We stood in the hallway. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. I looked at the clock. The second hand ticked. It moved with cruel precision. "You are late," said Mr. Vance. He did not look at me. He looked at the floor. His shoes were polished to a mirror shine. They reflected the overhead lights. Small, bright...

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