The Faded Masquerade

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The parchment lay on the obsidian desk, its surface rippling like the skin of a pond disturbed by a stone, the ink within it swirling in a slow, hypnotic vortex that seemed to drink the light from the room. You, Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old and wearing the soot-stained coat of a man who had slept in alleyways for a decade, stared at the document that held your father’s life in its...

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