The Faded Masquerade

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The frost on the windowpane of the apothecary shop was thick, a white veil that turned the morning light into a diffuse, sickly glow. You scraped it away with the tip of a silver spoon, the metal biting into the ice, revealing the street outside where the cobblestones gleamed with a wet, dangerous sheen. It was early. The town of Oakhaven was still sleeping, or so it seemed, though you knew...

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