The Faded Masquerade

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The rain fell on the stone. It did not fall; it insisted. Each drop a small, silver hammer striking the grey flagstones of the courtyard. I stood alone. My cloak was heavy. It weighed more than iron. The mud sucked at my boots. I did not move. To move was to admit weakness. I am Sir Julian Vane. Or I was. The title hangs like a broken chain. The castle looms above me. It is a beast of stone. It...

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