The Faded Masquerade
The road into the Valley of Glass was not a road at all, but a scar, a jagged line of pale stone that cut through the dark, breathing heather like a bone protruding from flesh. Silas walked it with the heavy, deliberate tread of a man who knows his own weight is a debt he cannot pay. He carried no sword, for there was no one left to cut, and he carried no coin, for there was no one left to buy....
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