The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was still wet. I watched the black smear spread across the parchment, a dark vein in the pale skin of the page. It was a mark of my own making. A seal. A signature. I had signed it. General Thorne stood before me. He did not look angry. He looked tired. The kind of tired that settles into the bones and does not leave. He held the document in his hand. He looked at me. I looked at him....

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