The Faded Masquerade
The silence in the high tower was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums like the deep ocean water, and within that suffocating stillness, young Thomas Bradshaw stood before the Great Mirror, his hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, terrifying magnitude of the duty that had been thrust upon his shoulders, a duty that his father, the last of the...
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