The Faded Masquerade

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The heat in the King’s solar was a physical weight, pressing against Elias Thorne’s chest like a damp wool blanket, and he stood before the monarch with his hands clenched so tightly at his sides that the knuckles turned the color of old bone. He was not there to pray, nor to beg for clemency, but to perform the precise, technical miracle that would save his own skin, for the King’s rash had...

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