The Faded Masquerade

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The ledger in the Archivist’s hand was thick as a man’s forearm, its pages swollen with the weight of three centuries of recorded silence. Elias Thorne counted the hours he had left, a grim arithmetic that tasted of copper and dust on his tongue. He was forty years old, a wandering scholar who had traded his health for the right to ask questions, and now the cost was due. His hands, once steady...

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