The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One Could a woman be two things at once, a prisoner and a ghost? Estrella Beltrán stood in the rain-slicked plaza, the forged pardon slick in her hand, the paper soft as wet cloth. She was thirty-two, her face hidden behind a veil of dark wool, but the wind had lifted it just enough for the Gatekeeper to see the scar on her jaw, the mark of the lash that no amount of powder could hide....
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