The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell on the slate roof like a whispered curse. Caelen stood at the gate. He held his sword. The steel was cold. His hands shook. He looked back. The manor was dark. One window glowed. Yellow. Sickly. It was the library. He had not slept there in years. He had left on a morning much like this one. The air smelled of wet earth and decay. He waited. The door creaked open. His sister stood...

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