The Faded Masquerade

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"You are late, Sir Aldric." The voice came from the shadows. It was thin. Dry. Like dead leaves scraping stone. Aldric did not turn. He stood at the edge of the pool. The water was black. Still. It held the moon. It held the stars. It held the face of the man who stood before him. The reflection was older. The jaw was slack. The eyes were deep pits. "I am not late," Aldric said. His voice was...

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