The Faded Masquerade

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The mud on the road to Oakhaven was not merely wet; it was a living thing, a cold, sucking mouth that tried to pull the boots of the man walking alone into the earth. He wore a coat of grey wool, heavy with rain and the dust of the last three days. His name was Silas, though no one in Oakhaven called him that. They called him the Thief, or the Ghost, or simply, the one who broke the trust. He...

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