The Faded Masquerade
The rain fell like a verdict. It hammered the cobblestones of the high street, turning the mud into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the travelers. Elias Thorne did not look up. He walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man carrying a weight that had no physical form. Behind him, the town of Oakhaven was a silhouette against the bruised sky. Before him, the road ended at the gate of...
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