The Faded Masquerade

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The apple sat on the stone table. It was red. A deep, bruised red. Elias held it. His hand shook. The skin was thin. It felt like paper. He waited. The sun was low. It burned the edges of the forest. The air smelled of pine and old sweat. Elias was twelve. He was alone. His father was gone. His mother was gone. There was only the road. And the apple. The apple was a weapon. Or a gift. He did...

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