The Faded Masquerade
The mask sits on the table, a porcelain oval with eyes carved from black glass, and it is the only thing in the room that does not breathe. You are Elara, thirty-two, a court physician in the walled city of Oren, and you want to cure your husband, Julian, of the Grey Sleep. The opposing force is the High Inquisitor, who mandates that the sick be burned. You possess a forbidden mask, a relic of...
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