The Faded Masquerade

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2026-08-20 08:19:24 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the mud of the King’s Highway into a slurry that sucked at my boots with a hungry, viscous grip, pulling me back toward the earth with a force that felt less like gravity and more like a moral accusation, a heavy, wet hand pressing against my chest as I trudged through the mist that clung to the skeletal branches of...

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