The Faded Masquerade

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The rain hammered the slate. It was a cold, relentless sheet. Water ran in rivulets down the ancient stones of the keep. Inside, the air was thick with damp and fear. Elias stood in the center of the hall. He held a rusted dagger. His hands shook. The metal was cold against his palm. He was a prisoner of his own making. Or so he believed. The walls watched him. They were old. Older than the...

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