The Faded Masquerade

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The chain is cold. It bites into the skin of your wrist, a thin, metallic line that has become part of your anatomy. You do not look at it. You never look at it. To look is to remember the weight of the iron, and the weight is a lie. Here, in the Halls of Echoes, there is no iron. Only the thread. Only the bond. You are a Warden. You wear the grey. The fabric is coarse, scratching against your...

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