The Faded Masquerade

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The sky above the obsidian spires of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not darken with the approach of night, but rather bled a sickly, arterial crimson that pulsed in time with the heartbeat of the land itself, a rhythm that had long since overtaken the natural cycle of sun and moon and had become the only true measure of time remaining for those who dwelled within the high walls. Commander Julian...

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