The Faded Masquerade

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The stone hall of the Abbey of St. Jude did not smell of rot, as I had feared it might, but of dry parchment and the metallic tang of old blood that had long since seeped into the flagstones. I stood alone in the nave, the silence pressing against my eardrums like deep water, the only sound the rhythmic scraping of my own quill as I transcribed the names of the dead into my ledger. I am not a...

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