The Faded Masquerade

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The mask weighed four ounces and three pence, a precise measure of Elias Thorne’s remaining dignity. He counted the stitches on the leather strap that held it to his jaw, twelve in total, each one a small anchor against the drifting fog of the valley. Ten years he had walked this path, ten years since the fever took Margaret, and for ten years the silver mask had reflected a face that did not...

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