The Faded Masquerade
The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones of the university quad slick and black as polished obsidian. Elias stood by the iron gate, his boots heavy with the day’s damp, watching the last of the students file into the lecture halls. He was not a student anymore. He was a ghost in the machine of St. Jude’s College, a lecturer in the Department of Antiquities who had spent twenty years...
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