The Faded Masquerade
The heavy iron door of the Magistrate’s office groaned open, the sound dragging across the stone floor like a chain through gravel, and Sir Kaelen Thorne stepped into the room with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to breathe for anything other than duty. He did not look at the High Magistrate, Vane, who sat behind a desk cluttered with ledgers and sealing wax, but at the...
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