The Faded Masquerade

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The ink was still wet on the final page when Silas Vane felt the weight of it settle into his bones, a heavy, cold stone in the center of his chest. He stood before the High King of Aethelgard, the treatise clutched in both hands, his knuckles white against the parchment. The court was silent, a vacuum of held breath, broken only by the dry scratch of a quill somewhere in the shadows. The King...

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