The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was black. It was not just black. It was a void. It drank the light. It swallowed the sun. I mixed it in the cellar. The cellar was cold. The air tasted of dust and old stone. I was a maker. I made seals. Wax seals for the court. For the kings. For the dead. I was good at it. I was very good. They called me Silas. That was my name. I lived in the stone house. The house stood on the...

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