The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when Lord Vane leaned in, his breath smelling of cold wine and old parchment. "You are certain this is the way, Elara?" he asked, his voice low, a trapdoor opening in the floor of the room. I did not look up from my scribing. The quill scratched against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that seemed too loud in the silence of the antechamber. "The King is a...

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