The Faded Masquerade
The bell tolled once, a hollow sound that seemed to crack the air of the Vellum Court. I stood at the edge of the precipice, where the stone gave way to the mist-shrouded abyss, and watched my sister, Elara, descend the spiral steps. She wore the Mask of the First Dawn, a porcelain face of such delicate, impossible whiteness that it blinded me. It was the artifact of our lineage, the heavy...
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