The Faded Masquerade

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The laughter of the High Council was not loud, but it was sharp, a sound like dry twigs snapping underfoot, and it echoed off the vaulted stone ceiling of the chamber where you stood. You held the chipped clay tablet tight against your chest, its surface humming with a faint, cold light that seeped through your tunic and bit into your ribs. You wanted only to prove that Master Aldous had not...

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