The Faded Masquerade

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The fog in the valley of Aethelgard did not lift at dawn, nor did it thin at noon; it merely shifted its weight, pressing against the stone walls of the watchtower like a living thing seeking entry. Elara stood by the narrow slit in the masonry, her back to the room, watching the gray expanse where the world should have been, but was instead a swirling, silent void. She was the Warden of the...

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