The Faded Masquerade
Chapter One Nadia Idris, falconer to a minor lord, owed a tithe in kind for a year everyone agreed to forget. The cold froze the well, turning the water into a block of ice that cracked under the weight of the bucket. She stood in the sealed workshop, the air heavy with cedar shavings and the damp wool of her coat, listening to the dogs map the neighborhood with their distant, rhythmic barking....
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