The Faded Masquerade

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You are late, Elias. The ink is dry, and the seal is broken. Lord Vane’s voice did not echo in the corridor; it arrived with the flat, dry crack of a twig snapping under a boot, a sound that seemed to originate from the stones themselves rather than the man standing at the threshold. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the great hall, his fingers still white-knuckled around the edge of the oak...

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