The Faded Masquerade

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The ink on the ledger was still wet, a dark, viscous smear that Elias Thorne watched with the grim patience of a man watching frost creep across a windowpane. He stood in the center of the Magistrate’s office, the air thick with the scent of beeswax and stale tobacco, his hands hanging loose at his sides, heavy with the weight of the last three days’ walk from Oakhaven. He was a Ranger, a man...

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