The Faded Masquerade
The ledger showed three days’ rations, two vials of laudanum, and a debt of forty silver marks to the apothecary, but it did not account for the weight of the silence that had settled over the house since Mara’s carriage rolled away into the grey morning. Elias Thorne sat in the captain’s chair, the leather creaking under his forty years of service, and watched the rain streak the windowpane,...
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