The Faded Masquerade

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The bell tolled. It was a low, brass-throated sound that vibrated in the marrow of Aldous’s teeth. He stood in the shadow of the gargoyle, his cloak pulled tight against the wet chill of the courtyard. The air smelled of rain, wet stone, and old blood. Below him, the High Inquisitor walked. He walked with a rhythm that defied fatigue. His boots did not splash. They made no sound on the...

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