The Faded Masquerade

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Chapter One Ying Ma, forty-two, sat in the damp corner of the tong lau cell, his hands raw from the cold iron bars that smelled of rust and old sweat. He wanted out before dawn, not for freedom, but to prove the King’s daughter had not died by his hands, a lie born of his flashy reputation and the public’s lazy hatred. The mask, a faded thing of plastic and wire, sat in his pocket, heavy as a...

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