The Faded Masquerade

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The road was wet. It was always wet. The mist clung to the heather like a shroud, thick and grey and smelling of rot. You walked. You had to walk. Your boots were heavy, sodden leather that dragged in the mud. Each step was a negotiation with the earth. You were Elias. Or you had been. Now you were just the walker. The body was a cage. The mind was a prison. And the thing inside your chest, the...

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