The Faded Masquerade

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The bell above the door jingled, a thin, brittle sound that cut through the heavy silence of the shop. Elias stood in the doorway, mud caked on his boots, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword. The air inside smelled of dust and stale sugar, a cloying scent that sat in the back of his throat. He was forty-two, and his knees ached with the damp cold that had settled into the bones of the...

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