The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 10:33:52 -

The rain was falling. It fell on the cobblestones of the old city. It fell on the wet stone. It fell on my face. I was standing in the alley. I was holding the box. The box was heavy. It was a black leather case. It smelled of dust. It smelled of old paper. It smelled of me. I was a clerk. I worked for the Magistrate. My name is Arthur. I am not important. I am a man of ink. I am a man of...

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