The Faded Masquerade

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The feast of St. Crispin was held in the great hall of the old woolen mill, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted lamb, waxed tallow, and the damp, earthy breath of the autumn rain pressing against the high, arched windows. It was a time when the rhythms of the modern world had not yet fully eroded the traditions of the village, and the gathering was less a celebration and more a...

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