The Faded Masquerade

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The mirror in the high tower of the Blackwood estate was not glass. It was a shard of obsidian, ancient and cold, set into a frame of blackened oak that had long since lost its polish. Sir Julian Thorne stood before it, his armor clinking with a dry, skeletal rattle. He did not see his own face in the dark surface. He saw the face of the man who had betrayed him, a ghost of a courtier named...

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