The Faded Masquerade

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The glass was warm. It had been warm all night, humming with a low, vibrato frequency that Elara felt in her teeth before she heard it. She held the shard up to the flickering candlelight, turning it slowly. The edges were sharp, but not jagged. They were smooth, as if the object had never been broken, only dissolved. "Put that down, Elara." The voice came from the shadows of the high-ceilinged...

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