The Faded Masquerade

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The bell tolled. It was not a church bell. It was the great iron tongue of the Citadel. It vibrated in your teeth. It shook the dust from the high rafters. You stood on the obsidian floor. Your boots were still. Your hands were still. The stone was cold. It bit through the leather. You felt the chill. It traveled up your legs. It settled in your spine. The air was thick. It smelled of ozone. It...

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