The Faded Masquerade
The fog came down like a burial shroud. It swallowed the road. It swallowed the trees. It swallowed the world. Elias walked. He was a man of books. He was a man of dust. He had spent his life in the quiet rooms of the university, sorting the dead into categories. He had never been good with the living. He had never been good with himself. He was a scholar of the old ways. He knew the names of...
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