The Faded Masquerade

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The blood was thick on his thumb, gritty and warm, as Elias wiped the blade clean. He did not look up. The fever had broken an hour ago, leaving him hollowed out, a husk of a man in a bed of straw that smelled of wet wool and old sweat. Outside the window, the sky was a bruised purple, the light failing fast as winter closed its fist around the valley. He knew what he had to do. The estate was...

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