The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was black and thick. It smelled of iron and old paper. Elias stood in the center of the square, the morning mist clinging to his boots like wet wool. He was a man of his word. That was what they said in the market. Elias the Binder. He made books that did not age. He made scrolls that did not rot. He made ledgers that did not lie. He held the quill. The inkwell sat on the wooden crate...

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