The Faded Masquerade

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The fire took the roof at dawn. I watched it from the ridge. The wind was cold. It bit my face. The smoke was thick. It smelled of pine and old paper. My house was gone. Not just the wood. The years. The silence. It all burned. My name is Silas. I am twelve. I do not cry. I never cry. Not since Father left. Not since the debt came. Beside me stands Eli. He is my friend. He is also my thief. He...

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