The Faded Masquerade

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The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, grey mist that settled into the wool of coats and the hollows of the eyes. It was the season of the Great Separation, when the industrial age had ground to a halt and the old magic, previously kept at bay by the smoke and steam of the factories, had seeped back into the cobblestones and the brickwork. Thomas...

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