The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth by the weight of the sky, a relentless, gray hammering that turned the cobblestones of Whitehall into slick, treacherous mirrors. Sir Julian Vane stood in the center of the throne room, his boots slipping on the wet marble, his sword drawn and trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, vibrating intensity of the moment. The air was...

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