The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the door opened. I did not look up. I was accustomed to the intrusion of men who carried the weight of their own judgments in their eyes, heavy and dull as stones. My name is Elias Thorne, and I have served the Guild of Scribes for twenty years. I have transcribed the laws that bind us, the edicts that define us, and the secrets that destroy us. In...

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