The Faded Masquerade

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Act I Fraser Rattray’s hands were black with coal dust when he left the workshop at twenty-three of Corvid Lane, the final polish still wet on the porcelain jaw. He needed the Guild Master’s purse to clear the debts his father’s union had left behind, piece rates cut without notice until the ledger ran red. The mask in his satchel was not art; it was a surrender, a hollowed-out face that...

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