The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was dry, or it was supposed to be. You counted the drops that had fallen onto the parchment in the last hour: three, four, five. Each one a black bruise on the white skin of the decree. The winter solstice was two days away, and the Duke’s abdication remained unsigned, a ghost hanging in the cold air of the scriptorium. Your hand trembled. It had been a whisper for three years, a secret...

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