The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 15:46:05 -

The air in the Great Hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard hung thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the marble pillars, a sensory assault that seemed to press against the temples of Lord Caelan Blackwood, who stood at the periphery of the feasting crowd with his back rigid against the cold stone wall, observing the symphony of gold and laughter...

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