The Faded Masquerade

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The ink bled. Odette Dumas watched the black rot spread across the parchment, eating the words of her brother’s confession one letter at a time. Her hands trembled, not from cold, but from the sudden, crushing weight of the truth she had spent three years trying to bury. The scriptorium was silent save for the scratching of quills, a dry, rhythmic sound that seemed to scrape against the inside...

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