The Faded Masquerade

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The wax cylinder was heavy in Elias’s hand, a dense coil of black tallow that smelled of rendered fat and old secrets. He pressed the stylus into the grooves, the metal biting into the soft surface, and watched the needle tremble against the silence of the restricted garden. Dr. Aris stood behind him, his breath visible in the cold air, a plume of white that dissipated before it could reach the...

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