The Faded Masquerade

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The white heron was made of ash. Elias Thorne held the bird in his hands, its feathers crumbling at the touch, turning to gray dust that slipped through his fingers and settled on the floor of his dream. He woke with the grit still coating his palms, the texture gritty and dry against his skin. The morning light in the archive was thin, filtering through the high, dusty windows to illuminate...

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