The Faded Masquerade

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The heavy, iron-bound ledger lay in your hands, its cover slick with condensation and the faint, sticky residue of decay, a weight that felt less like paper and more like a solidified block of cold, wet stone. You had been holding it for three days, since the morning the new Director, a man named Silas Vane whose shadow seemed to stretch three feet beyond the reach of the midday sun, had...

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