The Faded Masquerade

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The fire started at the bell tower. It was not a small fire. It ate the wood. It ate the sky. Elias stood in the square. He held the mask. The mask was bone. Thin. White. It had no eyes. It had no mouth. It was a blank face for a man who had forgotten his own. He held it tight. His knuckles were white. His hands shook. The crowd screamed. They ran. Elias did not run. He looked at the flames....

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