The Faded Masquerade

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You hold the blade. It is not sharp. It is dull, heavy, and cold as a river stone. You press it into the dirt. The soil resists. It clings to the steel. You dig. Your hands shake. They do not stop shaking. You are in the mud. The mud is black and wet. It smells of rot and old rain. You are a knight. You are also a man. You are tired. The village is silent. The houses stand with their doors...

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