The Faded Masquerade

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The ink on the parchment was not merely written; it was seared into the fiber of the beast-skin, a blackened scar that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic heat against the cold air of the cavern. Silas Vane held the scroll in hands that trembled not from the biting wind that whistled through the cracks in the limestone ceiling, but from the weight of the letters themselves. They were his own...

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