The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Blackwood Hollow into slick, black mirrors that reflected the gray, weeping sky with a fidelity that felt almost accusatory. I stood at the edge of the town square, my hands wrapped around the hilt of a sword that had seen better centuries, feeling the cold metal seep through my leather gloves and into the bone, a cold that...

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