The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the Aethelgard Institute for the Restoration of Order smelled of wet limestone and old dust, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a persistent, metallic cough. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Grand Archive, his fingers hovering over a ledger bound in cracked leather, the surface of the page slick with the humidity that seeped through the ancient walls of the...

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