The Faded Masquerade
The Captain’s seal cracked on the desk like a dry twig, the sound sharp in the silent office. "Sign here, Elias." I looked at the paper. It was a discharge order, but the fine print listed my name under the column for treason. I signed. My hand did not shake. It never did. That was the first thing the Watch took from me: the tremor of fear, replaced by a cold, mechanical obedience that felt...
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