The Faded Masquerade

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The mist rose from the valley floor like a exhaled breath. It smelled of iron. Of old blood. I left the gate behind me. The iron was cold. Colder than stone. Colder than the water in the river that ran black through the trees. My wife, Elara, stood on the other side. She did not look back. I did not look back either. To look is to know. To know is to be bound. I am a scholar of the Veil. I know...

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