The Faded Masquerade

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The silk slipped from Antonia’s fingers, a pale ribbon unraveling against the rough wool of her shawl, and she was already on her feet, the cold of the cellar seeping through the soles of her boots as she reached for the iron latch of the loom room door. The air inside was heavy with damp wool and the metallic tang of the bronze molds cooling on the workbench, a smell that had settled into her...

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