The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended veil of grey water that turned the cobblestones of the old city into a mirror of broken reflections, and it was into this damp, shivering world that Elias Thorne rode, his horse a lathered beast of burden that knew the scent of rot as well as he did. He was not a man of leisure, nor of the highborn sort who sought out monsters for the sport...

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