The Faded Masquerade

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Ryszard Michalski remembered the weight of the snow before he remembered the blood. It had been three days since the magistrate’s carriage arrived, three days since the silence fell over the old quarter, a silence planned for the dead but felt by the living. He stood now in the memory of that night, the cold biting through his coat, the air heavy with wet wool and iron. The magistrate, a man...

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