The Faded Masquerade

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I woke with the taste of iron and old rain on my tongue, the cold stone of the floor pressing against my cheek with a familiarity that felt less like a surface and more like a memory of my own skin. The air in the keep was thick, not with the usual damp chill of the northern cliffs, but with a cloying sweetness, the scent of rotting lilies and candle wax that had burned down to nothing, leaving...

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