The Faded Masquerade

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The bell tolled not for the hour, but for the blood. It was a low, resonant thrum that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne, a sound that seemed to rise from the very stones of the obsidian throne room. He stood in the shadow of a pillar, his cloak heavy with the damp chill of the outer courtyard, where the air smelled of ozone and rotting lilies. In his hands, he clutched the artifact: a...

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