The Faded Masquerade
"Fine for theft from the Magistrate’s collection: four hundred silver coins, or labor in the pits until the debt is paid in blood." Taro Mori read the ledger line twice, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. He was twelve, small for his age, and his fingers were numb from the cold that seeped through the straw mat of the debtors’ pit. In his pocket, a silver mask pulsed against his thigh, a...
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