The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the Hall of Echoes tasted of copper and old wine. Commander Elias Thorne stood in the center of the marble floor. He wore the uniform of the High Guard, black wool cut close to his throat. The buttons were silver. They caught the light from the chandeliers above and threw it back in sharp, cold lines. The ball was in full swing. Music drifted from the gallery. A string quartet played...

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