The Faded Masquerade

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The parchment lay on the wet stone of the gatehouse floor, its edges curling in the damp air. You read the seal, the wax black and cracked, and the ink faded to a ghostly gray. The gatekeeper, a man whose face was a map of old scars and newer grudges, did not look at you. He looked at the paper. "Refused," he said. The word was flat, a stone dropped into deep water. "The ledger of Julian...

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