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By midnight the palazzo had become a maze of candlelight, mirrors and borrowed names. Elara Finch could identify every costume she had made, even when its owner tried to disappear inside it.
The stranger in the black-and-gold mask was different. She knew the stitching along its edge because she had sewn it herself, yet the curator who commissioned it had never agreed to wear it in public.
“One question in every room,” he said when she caught him watching her reflection. “One honest answer. At dawn, the masks come off.” Beyond the balcony doors, Venice shone on black water. Elara accepted before she could decide which answer frightened her most.
Read the complete masquerade in YourBD, then continue past dawn or create an alternative ending.