The Faded Masquerade

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The coin clinked against the stone floor, a small, sharp sound that cut through the damp silence of the hall. Elias Thorne watched it roll to a stop near the steward’s polished boot. His hand was still raised, fingers splayed, trembling slightly from the cold that seeped up through the floorboards. He was forty years old, and his knuckles were swollen, the skin over them thick and pale like old...

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