The Faded Masquerade

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The wind did not howl so much as it screamed, a high, thin shriek that tore through the valley with the persistence of a living thing seeking entry into the bones of the earth. Elias Thorne walked with his head bowed against the gale, the heavy wool of his coat whipping around his legs like the tattered fins of a dying fish, and in the pocket of his chest he carried not a letter or a map, but a...

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