The Faded Masquerade
The vault door hisses open, a sound like a gasp in the throat of the earth, and you step into the cold. You are Elara, thirty-two, a keeper of the royal archive, and your hands are trembling not from the chill but from the weight of the key you have just turned. You want the Sunstone. You need it to save your brother, Julian, who is wasting away in a ward three miles away, his skin turning the...
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