The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-18 23:57:20 -

You leave with the ash still in your lungs. The wind pulls at your cloak, a grey moth against the darkening sky. You are walking. Your feet know the path. Your hands are empty. The talisman is gone. It was never yours to keep. It was a debt. Now the debt is paid. Or so you are told. The road is long. The hills are high. You walk until the sun drops below the tree line. The light turns the world...

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