The Faded Masquerade

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The iron gates of the Ironwood Estate groaned in the wet November air, a sound like a bone cracking under pressure. Silas Vane stood on the wet cobblestones, his hands resting on the hilt of the sword that had been his father’s, then his grandfather’s, a lineage of steel that felt heavier than the rain soaking through his wool coat. He was not a man of the court, but a man of the perimeter, a...

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