The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 16:59:04 -

The dream came to Sergeant Elias Thorne not as a vision but as a weight, a suffocating blanket of wet wool that pressed against his lungs and tangled in his throat, holding him fast in a darkness that smelled of ozone and crushed pine needles. He lay in the narrow cot of his quarters in the town of Blackwood, a place that existed on the map only as a smudge of iron and soot between two major...

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