The Faded Masquerade

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You hold the key. It is cold. It bites your palm. The hall is loud. The fire roars. Smoke curls. It smells of wax and sweat. Of old stone. Of fear. You wear the mask. It is white. It is bone. It fits your face. You are no one. You are the Knight of the Gray. Thomas watches you. He stands by the hearth. His eyes are red. He drinks ale. He spits it out. "Look at him," he says. "The ghost." You do...

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