The Faded Masquerade

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The nib of the quill was buried deep in the inkwell, the black liquid pooling around the metal tip like a dark, viscous tear. Elias Thorne held the pen with a grip that was less a hold and more a clamp, his knuckles white against the smooth oak of the desk. The sound in the room was not silence but a low, grinding hum, the sound of wet rot moving through wood, a friction that vibrated in the...

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