The Faded Masquerade

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The wax on the requisition form cracked as you pressed your thumb against the seal, a dry, brittle sound that seemed too loud in the silence of the Magistrate’s office. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a constable with dirt under his fingernails that no amount of scrubbing would remove, and you held a withered rose in your other hand, its petals blackened and curled like burnt paper. The...

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