The Faded Masquerade

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The smell of burnt sugar and stale blood hung in the air of the keep. It was a thick, cloying scent that coated the back of Thomas’s throat, making it difficult to breathe without gagging. He stood in the center of the stone chamber, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The blade was not unsheathed. He did not need it yet. Or perhaps he did not want to use it. Around him, the walls were...

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