The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was dry on the decree. That was the first thing Maud noted. The second thing was the silence. The Great Hall of the Keep did not echo with the usual clatter of goblets or the low murmur of political maneuvering. It held its breath. The air smelled of beeswax, damp stone, and the metallic tang of old fear. Maud stood at the foot of the dais, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. It...

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