The Faded Masquerade

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Act I Aram Minasyan’s fingers, still slick with the residue of the forged key, trembled as he slid the heavy oak door of the vault shut behind him, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing like a bone snapping in the silence of the Hollow Court. He was thirty-two years old, a wandering scribe whose lineage was marked by a plague that returned every generation, and in his hands he held...

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