The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-19 17:47:29 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the tavern, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that matched the throb in your temple. You sat in the corner, your back to the wall, your hand resting on the pommel of the sword that hung at your hip. The steel was cold, wet with condensation, and it felt less like a weapon and more like a dead weight, a burden you had...

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