The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell in sheets against the stone. It drummed on the roof of the watchtower. It was a cold, grey sound. Thomas stood alone. He held his sword. The steel was dull. It had not been sharpened in weeks. He looked at his hands. They were red. Not with blood. With exhaustion. The fingers trembled. He could not stop them. He was the Captain of the North Watch. He had held the gate for thirty...

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