The Faded Masquerade

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The bells did not ring for joy. They tolled for the end of the world. The iron tongues swung in the gray void, a sound like breaking bones. I stood on the balcony of the high keep, my hands trembling against the cold stone. Below, the city of Oakhaven lay in ruin. The great spires, once proud, now slanted like wounded men. The streets, usually a tapestry of life, were empty. Only the smoke...

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