The Faded Masquerade

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The frost came down hard that night. It silenced the village of Oakhaven. It turned the mud to iron. I felt it in my teeth. It felt like a verdict. I walked alone. The road was a ribbon of grey slate. It wound through the pines. The trees stood like sentinels. They had no names. They had no faces. Just wood and white bark. I was a hunter. Or so I told myself. I carried a lantern. The light was...

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