The Faded Masquerade

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The mask is not silver, Elias. It is tarnished, like the breath on a cold window, and you must bring it to me before the fog eats the clock tower. I wrote that down in the margin of my ledger, the ink bleeding into the cheap pulp paper, while the Magistrate’s coughing fit rattled the dust motes in the beam of sunlight cutting through his office. I am nineteen, a scribe of the Third Division,...

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