The Faded Masquerade

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of gray mist that clung to the high windows of the Chateau de Vieux, a structure that had ceased to be merely stone and mortar and had become, in the minds of those who walked its halls, a living organism of shadow and will. Elara stood before the mirror in her private chamber, the glass dark and reflective, showing not...

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