The Faded Masquerade
The ledger showed forty-three pages of falsified invoices, each one a small, precise cut to the town’s purse, and I had counted them twice to be sure the arithmetic held before I could breathe properly. I am Silas Vane, a constable of twelve years in Oakhaven, and I wanted nothing more than to pin these sheets to Mayor Halloway’s desk and watch his face crumble under the weight of his own...
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