The Faded Masquerade

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The parchment was damp, the ink blurred at the edges where my thumb had pressed too hard, proof of the three years I have spent in this exile, a period that has carved the softness out of my joints and left only the brittle architecture of bone and will. I am thirty-two, though I look older, my hair prematurely silvered by the damp chill of the northern provinces, and I stand now in the high...

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