The Faded Masquerade

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The letter arrived at dawn, smelling of damp ink and authority. You read it twice, your hands steady, though your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. Mayor Thorne had revoked your budget. The commission for the Great Window was void. The reason cited was "moral hazard," a phrase that hung in the cold air of your workshop like smoke. You were Elias, forty-two, a master glazier...

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