The Faded Masquerade
The bell tolled. It was a heavy sound. Bronze against air. Eldric stood at the gate. He waited. The fog rolled in. It smelled of damp stone. And old blood. A horse neighed. A single horse. It was brown. Its coat was matted. Its eyes were dull. Eldric touched its neck. The flesh was cold. The horse shied. Eldric stepped back. He looked at the road. It stretched north. Into the mist. No other...
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