The Faded Masquerade

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Renard LaFleur remembered the weight of the stone before he remembered the sound it made. It was a Tuesday, the ice storm felling the elms along the riverbank, when the city guard finally dragged him from the market. They had accused him of hoarding royal relics, a bureaucratic error in the ledger, a name mixed up in the cold air. The obsidian shards were in his satchel, cold against his hip,...

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