The Faded Masquerade

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The chisel bit into the stone, and Silas felt the vibration travel up his wrist, a dull, persistent ache that matched the throbbing in his temples. He was forty years old, and his hands, once steady enough to bind the most fragile manuscripts in the Royal Archive, now trembled with a fatigue that sleep could not cure. Before him lay the first fragment of the Mirror of Truth, a jagged shard of...

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