The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of broken light and shadow. You stand at the edge of the Wharf District, the heavy wool of your cloak soaking through to your skin, chilling you to the bone in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature. In your hand, you grip the hilt of a sword that has...

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