The Faded Masquerade
The neon hum of the Palace of Veridia is a sound you have learned to mistake for your own heartbeat. You stand before the King’s ancestral seal, a disc of cold, black iron etched with spiraling glyphs that seem to shift when you are not looking directly at them. Your tenure review is in three days. If you do not restore the seal to working order, you are out. If you do restore it, you will have...
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