The Faded Masquerade

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The pen in your hand is heavy, the nib dragging across the parchment with a friction that feels less like writing and more like scraping rust from iron. You are in the basement of the St. Jude’s Municipal Records Office, a place where the air is so thick with the scent of damp paper and ozone that it coats the back of your throat. The book before you is the Whispering Ledger, a bound volume of...

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