The Faded Masquerade

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The memory of a voice was worth more than the deed to a house. Antonio Pinto stood before the gate of the Obsidian City, a place where the past had calcified into stone. The air smelled of wet iron and rotting kelp, the scent of the Porto docks before the tide turned. He was forty-two, a surveyor of inland waters, bound by the apprentice’s oath to a master long dead. In his pocket lay a letter,...

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