The Faded Masquerade

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"Do you feel it, Master?" the boy whispered, his voice trembling like a dry leaf caught in a sudden gust. "The rot beneath the skin?" Thomas Bradshaw did not look up from the ledger he was balancing on his knee. The candlelight in the tower room flickered, casting long, erratic shadows against the stone walls that had stood for three centuries. Outside, the city of Aethelgard slept under a...

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