The Faded Masquerade

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The dawn light did not break so much as it seeped, a slow, viscous bleed of grey into the stone walls of the watchtower, where Aldous sat with his back against the cold masonry, the heavy iron of his gauntlets resting on his knees like dead weights. The wind outside was a living thing, a snarling beast that clawed at the palisade and howled through the narrow slits of the arrow loops, carrying...

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