The Faded Masquerade

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The mist rolled off the black water of the Estuary and settled into the hollows of the village like a damp wool blanket that no one had the strength to pull away from their shoulders, a heavy, grey shroud that smelled of rotting kelp and the sharp, metallic tang of coming rain, and it was in this suffocating, ancient quiet that Eamon Thorne walked with a limp that spoke of bones ground down by...

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