The Faded Masquerade
The rain fell in sheets. It was cold. Not just wet. Colder. A biting chill that settled in the bones. Elias stood by the roadside. He held his hat low. The mud sucked at his boots. He looked up. A carriage was coming. No. Not a carriage. A wagon. Covered in black cloth. Whoa. The driver called out. He was a big man. Broad shoulders. He wore a red coat. It was bright against the gray sky. Red...
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