The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 13:21:05 -

The rain had stopped, leaving the mud slick and black under the grey sky. Elias Vance walked the ridge line, his boots heavy with the weight of the day. He was a man of few words, his face a map of old scars and newer weariness. Behind him, the caravan of supplies sat still, the horses shifting in their stalls. Ahead, the valley opened up, wide and empty, save for a structure that rose from the...

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