The Faded Masquerade

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The seal was not merely a piece of wax, but a fracture in the air, a jagged scar of crimson pressed into the vellum of the King’s decree. Sir Aldric Vane held it in his gloved hand, the cold metal of his gauntlet biting into his palm, the texture of the beast’s head—lions, serpents, and the unknown—crisp under his thumb. He stood in the antechamber of the White Tower, the stone floor slick with...

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