The Faded Masquerade

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The vial is cold in your palm, the glass slick with the condensation of the cellar air. You are Elara, thirty-two, a scribe for hire, and you are holding the only thing that can buy your freedom from the debt you inherited from a dead father. Outside the window, the town of Oakhaven sleeps under a mist that tastes of iron and wet stone. You want the final testament of Lord Thorne. You want it...

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