The Faded Masquerade

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The gold is not cursed, it is only wet. I stood in the square, the rain slicking the cobblestones until they looked like black glass. The magistrate, Youssef ibn Rachid, sat behind his desk, the one with the brass binding-ring that had tarnished green over the decades. He did not look at me. He looked at the pile of coins, or what was left of them, after the water had turned half of them to...

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