The Faded Masquerade

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The mud was not merely wet; it was a living, viscous entity that sought to consume the boots of Silas Thorne, a man whose uniform had once been a beacon of rigid order but now hung upon him like the shed skin of a serpent that had died in the ditch. He stood in the center of the courtyard, the rain hammering against the slate roof of the ancestral manor with a rhythm that felt less like weather...

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