The Faded Masquerade

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The ink on the ledger was still wet when I pressed my thumb into the wax seal, the cold wax biting into the skin of my finger as the smell of stale parchment and damp stone rose from the floorboards. I was Silas, Royal Warden for the northern district, forty-two years old, and I held the forged tax records in my hand like a weapon, knowing that if I could prove Lord Ashworth’s decree void,...

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