The Faded Masquerade

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The ink on the ledger did not merely sit upon the parchment; it seeped into the grain of the vellum like a bruise forming beneath the skin, a dark and viscous stain that refused to dry, pulsing with a slow, rhythmic heartbeat that echoed the dull, throbbing ache in Thomas Ashworth’s temples. He sat in the high-backed chair of the Archivist’s office, a room that smelled of dust and dried...

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