The Faded Masquerade

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The iron bit of my halter was slick with sweat and the copper taste of blood, and the world outside the window was a blur of mud, rain, and the distant, thunderous roar of the city gates being breached, but all I could see, all I could focus on, was the single, trembling hand of the King reaching up from the floor to grasp my wrist, his fingers weak as dry twigs, his eyes wide with a terror...

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