The Faded Masquerade

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The medallion was worth nothing, a dead weight in the pocket that jingled against the coins, a sound like a small bone breaking. Act I‌⁠⁠‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠⁠‍‌‍‍‌‍‌‌‍⁠⁠‍‌‌‍‍‍‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠‌‌‍⁠⁠‍‌⁠‌⁠‍ Athol Galloway walked the frost-hardened cobbles of the reclamation yard, his boots crunching on the ice that had seeped into the cracks of the shipyard’s old foundations. He was...

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