The Faded Masquerade

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Chapter One Could a man silence a town by fixing its clock? Johannes Pronk stood before the Great Bell’s exposed gears, his hands slick with oil, wondering if the noise was a defect or a debt. The fog rolled in from the polders, thick as wet wool, carrying the scent of ash and the cold draft that Elara called the Whispering. It fed on grief, the old stories said, but Johannes saw only friction....

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