The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 16:42:00 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the moor and turned the heather into a bruised, sodden mass of purple and brown. I stood at the edge of the treeline, my rifle slung over my shoulder, the heavy wool of my greatcoat soaked through to the skin. The cold was not merely a temperature; it was a physical weight, a pressure that settled in...

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