The Faded Masquerade

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In the dream, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old blood, and Aldous stood at the center of the Great Hall of the Keep of St. Jude, a fortress that rose from the misty fens of the Northumberland coast like a jagged tooth against the bruised sky, his hands trembling not from the chill but from the terrible, vibrating weight of the iron key he held, a relic of a kingdom that had...

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