The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 07:50:45 -

The iron fog did not rise so much as it settled, a heavy, rust-colored blanket that smothered the cobblestones of the old city until the air tasted of copper and old blood. Commander Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Square of Whispers, his breath visible in short, sharp bursts that vanished into the gray mist. He was a man carved from the same stubborn stone as the bridges that spanned...

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