The Faded Masquerade

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Kaelen. The name was spat out by the High Inquisitor, a dry, papery sound that cut through the damp silence of the Iron Citadel’s outer court. Kaelen did not flinch, though his hand tightened on the hilt of his sword until the leather creaked. He was a man of iron discipline, thirty years old with the kind of face that had forgotten how to soften, a face that belonged to the law and not to the...

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