The Faded Masquerade

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It was the smell of the chalk that made me realize Elara was gone, a dry, dusty scent that had no place in the cold stone of the chapel where I had left her to study the liturgy of the dead. I found her slumped against the altar, her twelve-year-old face frozen in a rictus that no child should ever wear, and on her throat, just below the jaw, the black sigil of the Faded Masquerade had bloomed...

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