The Faded Masquerade

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In the gloved hand of Elias Vane, the silver mask sat with a weight that seemed to pull at the very architecture of his skull, the tarnish on its surface mirroring the deep, verdigris stains that had begun to creep up his own neck. It was a grotesque thing, a relic from a masquerade held three centuries prior, its features carved with such malice that the eyes appeared to weep silver tears, and...

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