The Faded Masquerade

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The ink is dry. You know this because you have touched it with a finger that has not washed in three days, and the residue is gritty, like the dust of old stone. You are sitting in the corner of the King’s library, a room so vast that the silence inside it has weight, pressing against your eardrums until they ring with a high, thin frequency. You are a scribe. That is the technical term for...

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