The Faded Masquerade
The cold does not wait for you to be ready. It creeps into the marrow of your bones, a silent thief that steals the heat from your blood and leaves you shivering in the grand, candlelit hall of the King’s court. You stand before the dais, your armor clanking softly against the stone floor, a sound that seems too loud in the hushed reverence of the assembled nobles. Your wife, Elara, stands...
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