The Faded Masquerade

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The coin sat in Elias’s palm, cold and heavy, its edge biting into the meat of his thumb. It was the only thing he owned that had not been stolen, borrowed, or owed. He turned it over, watching the tarnish catch the slant of afternoon light that cut through the dust motes dancing in the air. Outside, the wind stripped the leaves from the elms lining the village square, a dry, rattling sound...

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