The Faded Masquerade

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The coin hits the desk with a sound like a bone breaking, and you watch Lord Vane’s thumb wipe a speck of dust from the mahogany surface. "Is that all, Warden Thorne?" he asks, his voice smooth as oiled leather, not looking up from the ledger he is balancing. "It is the last of the inheritance," you say, your voice rough from the cold of the border mist that clings to your collar. "The final...

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