The Faded Masquerade

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The mercury is denied, and the Chancellor’s seal is cold on the parchment that sits between us, a heavy, circular block of wax that smells faintly of tallow and finality. Elias Thorne did not sleep well, for the dream had been a banquet of ash where his name was served on a silver platter, the letters of his identity crumbling into grey powder that coated the teeth of the King and the lords who...

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