The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 17:18:37 -

The Great Hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not smell of rot, as one might expect of a place besieged by the Unseen, but rather of stale incense, wet wool, and the coppery, metallic tang of old blood that had long since dried into the flagstones, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a swallowed stone. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of the assembly, his uniform a...

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