The Faded Masquerade

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Leila Ebrahimi would later recall the weight of the shard, but in the moment, the cold glass cut her palm before the memory of the dream did. She woke in the blue dark of her rented room, the astrolabe trembling in her grip, its brass teeth missing, its face cracked. The Guild Master had called her work child’s play. He had said it in the courtyard, where the windmills turned slow and...

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