The Faded Masquerade

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The fog did not rise so much as it breathed, a thick, gray exhale that swallowed the cobblestones of the Low Quarter and the iron gates of the Magistrate’s Hall alike. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword he no longer believed would save him, feeling the weight of the city’s silence press against his eardrums. It had been three days since the last of the...

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