The Faded Masquerade

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The blood was cold. It soaked through the wool of Major Elias Thorne’s uniform, heavy and black. He stood in the center of the ballroom. The floorboards creaked under his boots. Dust motes danced in the pale moonlight. Silence. Then the screaming started. It was not human screaming. It was the shriek of tearing metal. The ceiling groaned. Chandeliers swung wildly. Glass shattered. Rain lashed...

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