The Faded Masquerade

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The parchment lies flat on the oak table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and old blood. You read the refusal. The Chancellor’s script is sharp, angular, cutting through the fog that clings to the walls of the court. It cites your "unstable temperament" and the "heavy, literal cost" of your jokes. In Aethelgard, words have weight. A joke told poorly adds a pound to the speaker’s throat. A...

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