The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 13:48:14 -

The iron gate screams. You do not stop. The mud sucks at your boots, cold and wet, pulling you down into the earth. You are bleeding from the lip. A drop falls. It hits the grey stone and vanishes. The courtyard is empty. The torches burn with a sullen orange light. Shadows stretch long and thin across the flagstones. You are the Seer. Or so they say. They call you the Witch of the Hollow. They...

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