The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-17 12:50:37 -

The rain slicked the cobblestones of the old town, turning the world into a blur of grey and wet stone. You stood at the edge of the market square, your cloak heavy with water, your fingers numb around the hilt of a sword you had never meant to draw. In your other hand, you clutched the letter. It was the only thing you possessed that was not worn or torn. The paper was soft, almost like skin,...

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