The Faded Masquerade

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The letter lay on the salt-crusted table, its ink still wet, the magistrate’s seal pressed deep into the parchment like a bruise. Elias Thorne read it twice, the words blurring as the low, sub-audible hum of the Echo vibrated through the wooden legs of the desk and into his teeth. He was a border warden, forty years of service etched into the graying hair at his temples, and his concrete want...

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