The Faded Masquerade

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The air in the throne room tasted of copper and stale coal. I stood before the dais, my hands trembling so violently I could not keep the tattered sash from slipping off my shoulder. It had been gold once, a ribbon of imperial authority that now hung in soot-stained rags against my chest. The King sat behind the heavy oak desk, his eyes hollow and fixed on a point somewhere beyond the...

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