The Faded Masquerade

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Chapter One Zainab Malik remembered the smell of the acorn dust before she remembered the face of the man who had ordered the execution. It was a dry, powdery scent, like old paper left in a sunroom. She stood in the gaslit corridor of the Imperial Court, her hands trembling not from fear, but from the failing of the joints that had served her for forty years. The Chief Inquisitor sat behind a...

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