The Faded Masquerade

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The mud is thick and black, sucking at your boots like a living thing, and you are bleeding from a cut above your left eye. You do not feel it. You feel only the weight of the iron in your hands and the cold certainty that this is the end. The village is behind you, a smear of smoke against the grey winter sky, but the men are here, in the treeline, their faces obscured by hoods that hide...

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