The Faded Masquerade

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The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud of the King’s Road had become a living thing, a thick, sucking brown that pulled at our boots with a malice that felt personal, as if the earth itself were jealous of the living and sought to drag us down into its cold, silent belly. We walked in silence, my friend and I, the sound of our breathing the only rhythm in a world that had...

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