The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky by a violent, invisible hand, slamming into the thatched roofs of the hamlet with a sound like tearing canvas, a rhythmic, deafening tearing that stripped the night of its last shreds of privacy and left you, Sir Thomas, standing in the mud with your sword drawn and your breath coming in short, jagged gasps that burned in your chest...

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