The Faded Masquerade

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The sword was already in my hand before the first shout reached the high windows. I stood in the courtyard of the Blackspire, the rain slicking the cobblestones into a mirror that reflected my own trembling form. Around me, the guards of Lord Vane moved with the fluid, predatory grace of cats who had long since learned to ignore the meows of their prey. I was the scholar. The ink-stained fool....

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