The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-24 10:45:06 -

The leather strap of the ledger cut into my palm, a thin red line that throbbed in time with my pulse. I held it out to Mara, my fingers white-knuckled, the book trembling against the cold iron of the mill gate. The air in the valley was sharp, biting at the exposed skin of my neck, carrying the scent of wet stone and old ash. I had walked for three days to get here, my boots worn through at...

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