The Faded Masquerade

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Act I "You cannot wash it out, Manuel. You know this." Manuel Sousa stood before the mirror in the cramped quarters of the Obsidian Gate, his hands trembling slightly as he rubbed at the black mark on his back. It was not a stain, but a wound that had calcified, a jagged scar that pulsed with a cold, living heat. He was a warden, a man of duty and structure, yet the High Court had stripped his...

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