The Faded Masquerade

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The feast hall of Wessex Manor smelled of roasted boar and stale wine, a thick, cloying scent that coated the back of Thomas’s throat. He stood at the edge of the tapestry, a sixteen-year-old squire with calloused hands that did not match the polished steel of his ceremonial sword. The Earl of Wessex sat high on the dais, his face a mask of indifference, while the courtiers laughed in clusters...

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