The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One Dylan Gethin’s boots sank into the mud of the market square, pulling the weight of his body down toward the earth as Magistrate Owain Cledar stepped forward, his hand resting on the pommel of a rusted bird gun that hung at his hip, a relic of a hunting trip that had ended in scandal three winters prior. The crowd had gone silent, the only sound the wet slap of water against the...
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