The Faded Masquerade

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The needle of the brass compass did not point north. It pointed to the sound. Elara Vance held the instrument in her left hand, the metal cold against her palm, while her right hand gripped the railing of the surveyor’s sled. The wind off the Whispering Peaks was a physical weight, pressing against her chest, demanding she turn back. She did not turn back. In 1893, the Imperial Survey operated...

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