The Faded Masquerade

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The fire started in the rafters. It was not a gentle kindling, but a hungry, roaring maw that ate the dark. You woke to the smell of scorched oak and the heat that pressed against your eyelids like a heavy hand. The castle was awake, too. Shouts of panic tore through the stone corridors, a jagged sound that scraped the silence. You sat up. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird...

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