The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 01:12:32 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven into the stone streets of Oakhaven, a grey and relentless curtain that blurred the line between the living and the dead. You stood in the archway of the old parish hall, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in a decade, watching the procession of lanterns wade through the mist. The air smelled of wet wool, woodsmoke,...

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