The Faded Masquerade

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The ink in the ledger bled black into the parchment as I spoke, a slow, viscous seep that turned the neat columns of debt into a smeared, illegible mess, and I watched the words dissolve into the fiber of the page with a calm, professional detachment that masked the terror rising in my throat. I am Elara, thirty-two years old, the sole archivist of the village of Oakhaven, and for the past...

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